This post just might scare off anyone left reading this here blog. Instead of talking about books (which I might do tomorrow…maybe…if there’s anyone left), I’m going to talk about nekkid people. Specifically, those that I saw last weekend.
And yes…I know that you all think us Californians are weird. This will confirm that.
You may recall (or not) that one of the things I wanted to do in 2012 was participate in Bay to Breakers, which is a 12K race in San Francisco. The city of San Francisco is 7 miles across, from the Bay to Breakers (the Pacific Ocean). Somewhere along the way we picked up an additional .46 miles, but we did walk pretty much from the Bay to the Breakers.
The race has been around for awhile (this was the 101st year), and it is quite the event. Or more like An Event. Open to runners and walkers, most people dress for the occasion. Or fail to dress, in some cases. There are also party crashers…people who dress up and join in the fun for some or all of the race. Or just use it as an excuse to drink their way across the city. I think there were probably more party crashers than actual registered participants. I swear, for the first 2 miles, all I could smell was alcohol.
And for your amusement, I finished 21,768th out of 23,072 (we walked the whole thing…and we started at the back of the pack…and we stopped to take a lot of pictures…most of which unintentionally ended up with the aforementioned nekkid people in them and aren’t really suitable for this blog).
But all you have to do is envision a 7.46 mile block party, complete with costumes, drunken revelers, live bands, night clubs blaring music and selling drinks at 9am, and hordes of people, and you’ll have a pretty good idea of what it was like. Here are a few pics (ginormous sized, so you can get the full effect):
This is us, mid-race. That’s me in the floppy blue sunhat. I also had striped socks on for the occasion. Totally stylin’ (or not, when compared to the other 40,000 people).
Garden gnomes! Unfortunately, I didn’t get a picture of the ones standing in the garden.
Sesame Street. Kinda. Note all of the people. It was like that for miles.
The banner says “STOP. It’s Hammer Time.” And they’d stop periodically and perform a choreographed dance to U Can’t Touch This. It was cheesily awesome.
Not pictured: the woman wearing nothing but her shoes, tattoos, a poofy blue wig and a clown nose, numerous ugly men wearing nothing at all except something that I just can’t mention but that made a certain part of their anatomy, ummm, how do I put this…stand up?…the guy wearing only flower pasties, shoes, and his race bib, Pinocchio (imagine the worst), and the Captain and Stewardess who were wearing parts of their uniforms…just not the important parts.
The Camera Roll on my iPhone is currently a very scary place.
That’s it for me…what have you been up to?