a little after 5pm, i woke from a nap to the sound of my doorbell. i quickly threw on a shirt and jeans and ran down to open the door to find dave and justin standing outside. i greeted them and we talked for a few minutes before decided to go inside. unfortunately, it turned out that i had been careless and let the door close behind me, leaving us locked out of the house.
for a moment, i stood there barefoot and dumbfounded. chrix was in ohio and jack was still on a bike ride. i had nothing but the tshirt and jeans; no socks, no shoes, no wallet, no phone, no keys. even better, my hair was tousled from my nap, and my jeans were still rolled up from an earlier bike ride, so i legitimately looked like a hillbilly.
and yet it wasn’t actually upsetting. by good fortune, justin had just flown into san francisco today to start work tomorrow. he had with him a large pack and his running shoes, which he kindly let me borrow. so we proceeded down the hill to find a cafe.
after stopping to buy some girl scout cookies in the castro, we decided to check out philz. the coffee was amazing, and jack met us there within a few minutes, having just returned from his ride across the golden gate to tiburon. we sat for 20 minutes, finishing our coffees.
in the meantime, it turned out that we had set up a reservation to eat downtown at buca di beppo at 6:30 with the capp street crew. since it was already 6, we decided it would be an easy walk to the muni stop at castro and market, so i took the muni there while dave and jack rode their bikes. justin split off from me to head to the caltrain station, but told me i could borrow the shoes until i next see him.
i met everyone downtown for dinner, still looking and feeling a bit ridiculous. dinner was fun, and afterwards, jack and i decided to take different routes home. i borrowed $2 to take the muni. jack planned to bike to cafe revolution.
at the church street station, i realized i didn’t take jack’s keys. i quickly hopped off, changed lines and walked from church to cafe revolution, hoping to catch him. no luck. i walked to the capp house, called jack, and borrowed $20 from brian to cab home.
the evening was unexpected, but remarkably fun. admittedly, it was really awkward walking around alone, penniless, phoneless, keyless, and slighly uncomfortable from the blistering resulting from wearing justin’s oversized shoes without socks. and yet, it made each moment feel a bit more adventurous. as i walked, i contemplated a life without a phone, keys, shoes or money. my conclusion: it would suck.
i’ll probably be more careful next time i greet visitors at the door. but after this evening, i’m definitely ready for the many barefoot, summertime adventures to come.
about 20 minutes ago, after dropping off dave at his place in the lower haight, i was suddenly stopped at fell street with the green light in my favor. to my surprise, about a hundred screaming, hipster bicyclists proceeded to cross the street through their red light.
i waited in awe as i watched this makeshift parade force its way through the intersection. the group of cyclists, young men and women in indie attire, crept over the crest of the hill at divisadero in about a minute. the last few stragglers towed a massive sound system, which appeared to consist of one very large amplifier hooked into a gas generator, pulled in a wagon behind one or two of the cyclists.
between their shouts of triumph and loud rock music, i paused and remembered why i love this city.
p.s. i think the event i witnessed was this one.
what is collective intelligence? “two heads are better than one” seems obvious, but can that statement actually be quantified? are two heads really just equivalent to 1.2 heads, or perhaps 2.4?
two heads are better than two.
last night’s pillow fight was epic. http://tinyurl.com/2j9btl
finally uploaded photos to flickr: http://flickr.com/photos/tajc/