Once upon a time, a truly magical thing happened to me on the streets of San Francisco. While walking down Sutter St at about 1am, Marieke and I chanced upon a strange man leaning on a lamp-post, profilin in a tux and leather pants. He had a very feminine voice, but in a Queen Latifah kinda way. At the time, we had absolutely no idea that this encounter would prove to be the most surreal and brilliant moment in our lives (along with San P and Politico). The man was on a gold pushbike which Marieke mounted immediately and rode a for a while alongside me and the guy. He walked with us for a little bit before Marieke fell off his bike into the road. Big girls should know not to cycle when there’s Orange Crush involved! Eventually we said our goodbyes to this strange apparition and he cycled off, his wheels reclaimed. Marieke and I went into a club underneath the sidewalk where out of boredom, we danced like maniacs to really terrible DnB. When we emerged from the club’s dark depths, there was his face again! We chatted some more for a while, but didn’t really get anywhere. Then rieks and I got into a cab and left him. He ran after our cab shouting something clearly nonsensical about pills.After a few more relatively minor adventures, we ended up in a gay bar doing a conga line with about 5 denim-clad, middle aged cowgirls. They really appreciated our energy. Then we worked up even more of a sweat running all the way back to California St. I guess you really had to be there, but the point is, it really was like a dream! Especially because the only sentences the man would utter were along the lines of:
- You guys are really weird.
- You guys are so arrogant!
- I don’t like you guys.
- You guys are great!
- I love you guys
Needless to say S.F is fucking crazy and I can’t wait to go back! Even when you’re not doing anything cool or out of the ordinary, the jokes will hunt you down and kill you. XO