June 29, 2003
Pink Saturday—Sodolicious
Let's see. I spent most of Saturday working. We're supposed to have a release coming this week, and I was kept busy most of the day preparing. Saturday night, I went to Pink Saturday in the Castro. I had an amazingly good time. I had been to this festival only a couple of times in the past, so it was still a newish experience for me. I was completely overwhelmed by the number of people there. The entire block of Castro between Market and 18th streets was a giant swarm of proud people. Gorgeous men everywhere. I met Sister MaryMae in the flesh, and only for a few seconds, unfortunately. There were, how shall we say, "happy people" trying the good Sister's patience, and she was whisked away all too soon. That was the first time I'd ever met a fellow blogger in person. I hope I made a good first impression!
So then, after the party was rudely ended by the city's street cleaning teams, Roommate and I started our arduous journey home to the Least Bay. Normally, it's easy to catch the L-Owl down Market Street, but last night there was nothing easy about it. We walked from Castro down to Church just to get past the part of Market Street that was blocked off. We waited for the bus for almost an hour before deciding to settle for a cab. Now, I'm not usually a stingy person, despite my Scotch/Irish/Polish heritage, but cabs in San Francisco are simply ridiculously over-priced and over-rated. But last night it was a necessary $10 cab ride to the Transbay Terminal. We took the bus across the bridge, fine, no issues. Lots more cute guys I didn't see before. When the bus dropped us off on Broadway in Oakland, though, we experienced another simply fucked-up transit delay. Normally it would have been easy to catch the 51 down Broadway, but last night, we waited there for almost an hour again before hailing another cab for another $10 cab ride up Broadway. Bite me, OK? It took us about two hours to get home. At 4:30 am, my head hit the pillow and I was out like a light. Woke up at 11:30 am, missed the parade entirely, and am resolved to spending the day in my pjs watching movies. Plus, I'm a little hungover.
I had a great time. I want to do it again next year. I love big street parties like that. I've never been to the Castro Street Fair or even the Folsom Street Fair. I hesitate to visit the area on Halloween because it's just too too freaky. Maybe it's that I'm paranoid. I don't know. Maybe I should just relax and learn to have fun. Whatever you say, dear.
