Halloween in SF
Halloween party in SF. We did a twist on our newlywed status and Roo went as the bride and I was the groom. $19 dress at Ross and $3 in fake flowers- everything else we had at home… We took the BART into the city- and had our first crazy encounter of the evening. There we are, minding our own business, admiring the other costumes on display. My fave was a guy’s futuristic Marie Antoinette- including his 11 inch platform shoes and an amazing bustled skirt. It was fabulous. So, another stop, a woman gets on the train. She sits next to us and starts laughing. “Give me a high five! That’s a great outfit!” So we play along- she seems harmless, right? Then she asks me for a flower out of Roo’s bouquet. I continue to play along and start taking a stem out of the arrangement- they are plastic and cost $3- what do I care? “No, not that one, I want THAT one”, she says, pointing to the centermost bud… Well, since taking that particular flower out actually would make my $3 bouquet look like a 2-cent bouquet I say, “Well, that will change the entire bouquet- why don’t you pick one that won’t affect it?” “But I’m an artist!” Oh crap- the crazy lady is now an artist… I pick out another stem, ask if it meets her approval and take it out of the bouquet. She smells it (they are FAKE, lady) and starts taking a pin (one of her many pieces of “flair”) out of her jacket and asking Roo for help. He misses the point, so I tell him to help her pin the flower on by using her flair. He glances at me, then tries to quickly pin it through her buttonhole- not getting too close, mind you. She, of course, disapproves and insists that Roo redo it. This time, she picks the placement and oversees the process. Just when he is about done, she KISSES his hand. Well, she sort of slobbers on his hand- just gumming it all up. I couldn’t decide whether to vomit on her or get up and leave. For some IDIOTIC reason, I did neither…
Finally she approves of the placement and we relax a bit, thinking she will now leave us alone. What is wrong with me? We showed the crazy attention- of course it will continue… Now, she raises her hands in praise above her head and screams “Alleluiah! We are gathered here today to join this him (points to me) and this her (points to Roo) in Holy BARTrimony.” We let her continue, hoping that she’ll just wear herself out. She doesn’t, but our stop comes soon thereafter.
After Roo washes her saliva off his hand, the party is fun. Lots of costumes, some creative, some not. Around
The bus terminal is crowded with the homeless- there is the guy in the phonebooth, on the stairs, lining the walls- pretty typical Bay Area. What the terminal is NOT crowded with is signage- i.e., where the various busses stop and pickup. We wander around, following the TransBay signs until they stop- there is a crowd of people around, hmm? We decided to keep looking, find the security office- empty. Wander a bit more- decide to wait near the crowd of people. Why, you might ask, didn’t we ask them what bus they are waiting for? Maybe because they are harassing a man with mental needs- playing keep away with his jacket, and then when he starts chasing one of them, the others go through his pockets, stealing everything available. Why didn’t we get involved? Well, did I mention that Roo was in drag? As am I? And that we are greatly out-numbered? Oh, well as Roo decides to call the police and report them, the bus pulls up and they all get on. Not our bus- but now the area is vacant…
So, we decide to try the security office again- nope, lights and tv are on, but no one’s there. We continue to search and finally find a map of the building, including a legend of the locations of the bus stops! Turns out we were 2 floors and 90% from where we should be- so we missed the bus- have another 30 minute wait for the next one. As we leave the terminal to go outside and around the corner for the TransBay bus pickup spot, we find a security guard (on his extended smoke break) and verify the location of our stop. Our stop is under the overpass, in the middle of a rather busy street. So we decide to wait in the open, more lit sidewalk nearby. During our 30 minute wait, we watched a fight escalate to one man holding another man’s head into traffic, a drunk girl get dragged away from her man-of-the-night by her friends (safety in numbers baby) and a fight break out among the homeless as to the possession of a duffle bag. Again, as Roo was dialing 911 to break up the fight, some strangers got involved in the fight and a bus pulled up- OUR bus.
We got onto the crowded bus- standing room only- right next to the man talking loudly on his cellular phone and insisting that the seat next to him be reserved by his COAT rather than moving his ass over and letting one of the numerous standing people take the spot. It quickly became obvious that the man was intoxicated, not only by the ridiculous conversation he was having, but from the swigs he periodically took from his flask. Okay, maybe we won’t bother him so much…
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