Bay to Breakers
(Note: This post heavily influenced by the writing style of Mr. Salinger.......i've been reading Catcher in the Rye again)
This past Sunday I witnessed, for the 4th time, that annual San Francisco spectacle known as Bay to Breakers. I woke up to my alarm at 7:30am on Sunday morning, since I had promised to meet my friends at their place on the other side of the city at 8:30. You see, my friend has a place on the Bay to Breakers route, and it's a great place to watch the city run, walk, and stumble by in various costumes and either pushing or pulling various forms of beer (bottles, cans, kegs, you get the picture). Of course, I did not really want to get up that early, so I hit snooze a few times. It's a pretty sad thing to do, I know, but I do it all the time. Even when I have to get up for work, I set my alarm earlier just so I can hit the snooze button a few times. I swear, it kills me.
Anyway, so I wasn't going to get up that early. I mean, come on. So I ended up rolling out of bed and catching the bus there later than intended. The bus was late too, so I ended up waiting for a while out there and eating a chocolate croissant from the cafe on the corner. I like eating chocolate things for breakfast. It just gets me going, you know, the sugar and all. So after I got off the bus, about 30 minutes later, I walked up the hill to my friend's place on Hayes. I could tell that I was late, but I just could not get myself out of bed earlier. I always regret that, but I always keep getting up late anyway. I even know that I'm going to regret it when I'm doing it, and I still do it. It just kills me.
Still I was able to watch most of the race go by, and my friends were nice enough to let me hang out on their front stairs with them and dance to the music which was okay but not great, and I saw many other friends who were running/walking/etc as they went by and chatted with them for a while. I know it sounds like I have a lot of friends, but I really don't. I'm a loner. I guess it depends on what you classify as friends, I mean I think I have a decent amount, but really I tend to spend a lot of time alone reading and writing and just thinking about silly stuff. I guess it's all relative is what I'm saying, and people say I'm a loner. That's all I'm saying, people say that. Sometimes people saying stuff is all it takes to make it true.
It was a spectacle, it really was. I mean it was a riot, all those costumes and the beer and the random naked guys. Not as good as previous years, for some reason as the years go by I get the feeling more people come out to watch the fun rather than be part of it, but hey I can't complain cuz that's what I was doing. That would be hypocritical. I tell you, if there's one thing I can't stand in this world it's a hypocrite. They're everywhere. The bastards. After that I hung out there for a while, eating grapes and shooting the shit, and then decided to head home and take a nap. I mean, I didn't want to impose or anything -there are a lot of people out there who do that. The bastards. I bet they're all hypocrites too.
(Note: This post heavily influenced by the writing style of Mr. Salinger.......i've been reading Catcher in the Rye again)
This past Sunday I witnessed, for the 4th time, that annual San Francisco spectacle known as Bay to Breakers. I woke up to my alarm at 7:30am on Sunday morning, since I had promised to meet my friends at their place on the other side of the city at 8:30. You see, my friend has a place on the Bay to Breakers route, and it's a great place to watch the city run, walk, and stumble by in various costumes and either pushing or pulling various forms of beer (bottles, cans, kegs, you get the picture). Of course, I did not really want to get up that early, so I hit snooze a few times. It's a pretty sad thing to do, I know, but I do it all the time. Even when I have to get up for work, I set my alarm earlier just so I can hit the snooze button a few times. I swear, it kills me.
Anyway, so I wasn't going to get up that early. I mean, come on. So I ended up rolling out of bed and catching the bus there later than intended. The bus was late too, so I ended up waiting for a while out there and eating a chocolate croissant from the cafe on the corner. I like eating chocolate things for breakfast. It just gets me going, you know, the sugar and all. So after I got off the bus, about 30 minutes later, I walked up the hill to my friend's place on Hayes. I could tell that I was late, but I just could not get myself out of bed earlier. I always regret that, but I always keep getting up late anyway. I even know that I'm going to regret it when I'm doing it, and I still do it. It just kills me.
Still I was able to watch most of the race go by, and my friends were nice enough to let me hang out on their front stairs with them and dance to the music which was okay but not great, and I saw many other friends who were running/walking/etc as they went by and chatted with them for a while. I know it sounds like I have a lot of friends, but I really don't. I'm a loner. I guess it depends on what you classify as friends, I mean I think I have a decent amount, but really I tend to spend a lot of time alone reading and writing and just thinking about silly stuff. I guess it's all relative is what I'm saying, and people say I'm a loner. That's all I'm saying, people say that. Sometimes people saying stuff is all it takes to make it true.
It was a spectacle, it really was. I mean it was a riot, all those costumes and the beer and the random naked guys. Not as good as previous years, for some reason as the years go by I get the feeling more people come out to watch the fun rather than be part of it, but hey I can't complain cuz that's what I was doing. That would be hypocritical. I tell you, if there's one thing I can't stand in this world it's a hypocrite. They're everywhere. The bastards. After that I hung out there for a while, eating grapes and shooting the shit, and then decided to head home and take a nap. I mean, I didn't want to impose or anything -there are a lot of people out there who do that. The bastards. I bet they're all hypocrites too.
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