Insane, absolutely mad, weekend.
I won't even get into friday, it was complicated enough. But saturday night, we went to see Bassnectar (one of my favorite currently operating bands). And I had known that it was going to be awesome, not only because I love Bassnectar, but that I got to go with binx, between whom and I Bassnectar is somewhat associated with certain phases of our relationship. But I somehow neglected to notice beforehand that it was at the FUCKING FILMORE. So, all of the both symbolic and practical awesomeness, culminating in the place being an integral part of my cultural history. And then there was dancing, all night long. At one point I literally caught one of the opening acts, a highly political hiphop kind of thing (and quite the MC, IMHO), as he fell off the stage. He thanked me, got back on the stage, and said on the mic "Sometimes I need a little help from my brothers to stand". Way to play it, whoever you were.
So yeah dancing all night and then wild walking running and bussing to find the place where we were staying, and then up again at 8 am for Bay To Breakers. Bay To Breakers, for those who don't know (which I suspect is everyone outside the bay area, I had never heard of it before I was informed I was going to it) is... kind of like the strangest marathon race ever. Essentially it says "okay san francisco, dress in the weirdest shit you can possibly find, or nothing if that's what does it for you, form arbitrary teams based around ideas like 'roman legion' or 'tetris pieces', and run, walk, roll, stumble, and drink your way from point A to point B." I'm still trying to decide if my favorite was the people dressed as Pac Man and Ghosts chasing one another around, or the five or so people wearing giant vagina costumes, hoisting a flag that just said "VAGINA".
This town is so wonderfully bizarre sometimes.