Well, after more than 2 technical years of living in San Francisco (move-in date March 2008), I am officially claiming that Eric and I live here. The reason: we intentionally attended Bay to Breakers.
The first month of May we were here, we had to take a trip to SoCal the weekend of B2B, and last year, we went, but did a very half-ass job of attending (aka we didn't wear costumes, bought beer when we got downtown and spent most of the time in our friend's apartment). This year, however, not only did we go to B2B, but our friends came to visit and made it a great B2B weekend.
The e-mail that got them here:
From: Macie
To: Tim, Jessika, B, Ashley, Jessica
Here's the deal. Eric and I live in San Francisco and every year Bay to Breakers is in San Francisco. A match made in heaven? I think so. This year, the race is on May 16 (which is a Sunday), and the day before is Oyster Fest. The bottom line is that you should all be in SF that weekend so that we can get completely shitfaced and you can stay at our house.
Ok - love you guys! Make it happen.
Surprised that worked? Me too.
Anyway, they made it here, and we had a great time. The funny thing is that now that I have participated in the walk across the city where all you do is drink and dodge people that drank more than you, I really have no desire to do it again. (disclaimer: that does not mean that I will not do it again.)
It started out with a huge lack of planning. It was the morning of the race and as the crew at my house were getting ready and showering, I was writing with Sharpie on their shirts. We were deciding on words up until the last second - we were refrigerator word magnets, of the dirty kind - and we had drank most of the beer that was supposed to be saved for the day. So, we loaded up a couple of backpacks and started walking to BART. Because we realized we probably wouldn't eat all day, we made a quick stop in McDonald's (I know, it's disgusting....but it was necessary) and finally made it to the train.
We got on, got downtown and proceeded to find the friends who had been waiting for us for now 30 minutes. As we went to find them, Eric and I argued over the route we were going to take to get there and Eric said "It's just so much walking!" to which I felt the need to snap "Do you really think this extra block matters? You know that Bay to Breakers is a walk across the entire city, right?!"
Jessica and Brian loved this, I'm sure.
We made up, moved on and found our friends. We all cracked open beers, loaded up coozies and began the walk. From this point on, it was really awesome. We joined in on the crazy and got really far until it got really scary. We started up Haight hill and someone started throwing a huge ball made of rubber up in the air - this meant we all started playing the oh-shit-if-that-lands-on-my-head-I-am-going-to-die game, which is almost never fun. We dodged the ball and headed uphill (still having fun) and then it all went down hill - quite literally. As we were headed down by Alamo Square, a float with tequila drinking pirates lost control of its brakes and came screaming down the hill. It turned into a drunken fear for your life (once again) and we all broke free running in different directions.
Once safe, we laughed about the looks on the pirates' faces....and decided that floats were a really bad idea for a bunch of drunk people. After that, B2B was a lot of fun. We stopped at the Panhandle, enjoyed the park, got more beer, danced on a public statue, saw a woman with HUGE boobs and no shirt on, peed in bushes, made sentences with our shirts, traded just-found cigarettes for shots of tequila, ate food and finally made our way back home.
Below are the chronicles of our day...
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love. i've never done B2B and I've ALWAYS wanted to.
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