Folsom Street Fair 2008

Folsom is my anniversary of moving to San Francisco, so it always has a special place in my heart. Since I'm not much of a fetish queen, I had a T-shirt made with a haiku about what a whore I am.

I just come to these
things to gawk at hot guys and
make out with strangers

The only picture I took at this years fair was of one of the guys who always comes naked to these types of things. I give him credit for being in good shape for his age, but he really needs to lay off the "Just For Men" and bronzer. Bobby pointed out (which is strange because Bobby is a crotch looker and I'm an ass looker) that the naked guy missed a spot shaving his ass crack. It looked like a Hitler mustache on his bum.

How Berkeley Can You Be?

The band marched in this year's "How Berkeley Can You Be" parade. We were behind a group of girls roller skating and hula hooping wearing only some dental floss (for modesty) and body paint. Behind us we had the Klingon contingent, who we initially thought was part of a "Polyamorous Society" group. Turns out, they were just standing near the Polyamorous Group's banner.

BOBBY!

I broke up with Bobby yesterday. I couldn't see a future where we were happy husbands, but I could see one where we were great friends.

Afterward, I joined some friends for the Sunday beer bust at the Eagle. And got super smashed. Bobby was there, also smashed. I went about half a beer over my alcohol tolerance. Walking home I was convinced I was about to be "that guy". You know, the guy who's throwing up in the street in the Tenderloin.

Luckily, I can fall asleep in no time flat. I kept the queasiness at bay long enough to stumble home and climb in bed.

Honk

I actually saw a lady carry a live goose onto the Muni yesterday. She was dirty and crazy looking (other than just the obvious live water fowl).

I was on the way to the Castro with Bobby (part of my ongoing serious of drunken Sunday afternoons). When we got to the Mix, there was this funny older gentleman draped in turquoise jewelry. I couldn't help but wonder, "Does he run home every afternoon at 4pm to watch the TURQUOISE POWER HOUR on QVC"?

Asian Wedding

Bobby and I went to a wedding in San Jose yesterday. The newlyweds are Asian, so there was an interesting mix of traditions. There were older Asians who erupted into clapping when the parents were escorted to their seats (in these days of people marrying older and older, I think they were happy to get them to tie the knot). The music playing before the ceremony was all Kenny G and karaoke tracks of light rock hits.

The bridesmaid dresses really did "take the cake" (slap me). Seriously, the bridesmaids were all svelt, gorgeous, mostly Asian girls. Size 0 skinny (except the maid of honor who had serious honkers, but still a slim girl, let's call her a size 6). And somehow, the dresses made them look like the had cellulite and love handles EVERYWHERE. Whoever designed these dresses are a master of horror.

I even managed to stay awake the whole drive there and back. Considering we had spent the earlier part of the day at Baker Beach, I call that an amazing feat.