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Love Parade (or for some reason this year, “LoveFest”) is an outdoor electronic music festival and parad which I believe started in Germany. The San Francisco version happened the Saturday before last and marked the beginning of the most ridiculously long day I’ve had in a long time.
01:00PM: Online fantasy hockey draft. Exciting stuff. My butt was firmly planted in my chair for hours.
03:30PM: Skype call with Jamie about some videogame ideas. Butt sinking into groove.
04:45PM: Butt was forcibly excricated from chair and moved towards Love Parade where other butts were shaking. How does one dress for an outdoor trance party knowing that later on, they’ll be at an indie rock concert? Hm. I should call my mom as it’s her birthday in her timezone except it’s too early and she’s not awake yet. I’ll call when I get home.
07:00PM: We’re heading out from Grand Masta Flash’s set. He’s spinning some old school records, albeit poorly. Not sure if it’s just the crap ass speakers. We head to a birthday dinner for Dae.
09:00PM: At some point, everyone’s consumed a few too many glasses of sake. Butts are now shaking right in the Teppan restaurant with other bemused tables looking on. One of us, who shall remain nameless, demonstrates her gymnastic prowess by putting her legs behind her neck and proceeding to do pushups.
09:45PM: We’re pit stopping at Joyce and Maria’s apartment where they’re changing to go shake butts at Mr. Smith’s. I’m heading out from there to Slim’s to watch the Phoenix concert. En route, I see bare butt.
Let me elaborate. Joyce’s apartment is about 3 blocks from Slim’s and on the fifth floor. You know how your head goes completely blank when you’re waiting for an elevator? For some reason once you press the button for the elevator, in addition to calling the elevator, it also activates the Temporary Space Cadet Vortex. I’m trapped in this vortex, looking at the ground, thinking about nothing in particular when … DING … the doors slowly pull open. As I’m about to step in I’m forcibly torn from the vortex by the sight of a guy’s butt as he’s fucking a girl facing me with her skirt up.
JESUS
was all I could say. So jarring was this sight that the best way to describe my actualy expression was probably somethign akin to Kramer in Seinfeld when he’s shocked by something. Luckily, given their position in the corner (standing, for those that keep asking me), Iat least didn’t have to see more of the guy but let’s just say I could see the girl’s stubbles.
The guy quickly pulls up his pants and the girl throws down her skirt. Then the guy says,
Come on in
“Well hell, Willo and Ali are already at Slim’s and I don’t want to wait for this slow ass elevator again,” I thought. So of course, I walked in. In retrospect, if I actually paused to think about it, I wouldn’t have. They press “3″, where I assume they thought the elevator was going in the first place, and the girl starts chuckling nervously and pulls out the classic line,
Sooooo that Giants game was crazy
10:00PM: Not so much bootie shaking but lots of rocking music from Phoenix.
12:00AM: Housewarming party at Adam’s place.
01:30AM: An unsuccessful attempt to join Dae’s butt shaking fray at Mr. Smith’s is made. Followed by an unsuccessful attempt to join the 180 Capp rent party until finally we settled on …
03:00AM: Jeremy, Jon, Becca, Maria and I get into the End Up where they’re playing reggae. Hm, not so great … perhaps we should leave.
04:00AM: We’re told house music starts at 5:00 … well that’s only an hour away …
05:00AM: House music starts! Woohoo!
06:30AM: The munchies hit and we hit Mel’s Diner.
07:30AM: Finally get home and manage to call mom to wish her a happy birthday and have a nice long chat.
09:00AM: Sleeeeeeeeeep
Phew.
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