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September 26, 2004
Folsom St. Fair 2004
I sooo slept in. Very nice. Basic overview of the day: get up, get ready, get dressed, go to Folsom St. Fair, enjoy, come home, figure out dinner, watch movie, go to bed.
Choosing what to wear for Folsom St. wasn't the easiest. I haven't bought new gear in years. My interests have shifted (and enlarged), and my identity has evolved. Also, I was working with my normal hair and no haircut. (Obtaining a haircut the day before, let alone the day of, an event like this is not an easy prospect.)
When in doubt, dress down. Way down. Try boots, cowboy hat, and a jockstrap. Less is more. In this case, a lot more, as in "exposed flesh". Thank gods for spray-on sunscreen.
Getting to Folsom St. in a car is like an upper circle of hell... not the worst thing ever, but certainly not how you'd want to spend an afternoon or an afterlife. We thought we had it made, following Steve in his little Crossfire, his Costco membership in hand, my warning to be conscious of not losing me in his head.
So of course he ends up going through a yellow light, leaving me having to stop as it turns red. To his credit, he tried to pull over and wait for us, turning onto a side street, but the found that he had no room to turn around. I didn't see him turn down it, and we couldn't see him as we drove past, and thusly we were lost.
Eventually, we found public parking, gladly paid the vulture his $10, and trotted on down to the fair. Amazingly enough, we ran into Steve almost straightaway, not to mention several friends. Funny how that works. I couldn't find Mike or dave, though, and the crowd was too large to get pics at Mark I. Chester's. I was a bit disappointed, but not surprised. I kinda hate Folsom St. Fair.
FSF is large... huge even... too big. Too big to fit. Sad to say, but it's not that hard to reach my limit. And it'd be one thing if it were filled with sleazy naked folks. But a large percentage of the attendees are what some of us call "tourists"... people who may or may not even know what the fair's about just come to check things out.
It's also an excuse for some people to put on outfits that don't really belong anywhere at all... well, maybe Burning Man... and wear them on the streets of San Francisco. And what? Like anyone wants to be the person who decides what "counts", what's appropriate or not, as a fetish. Who am I to say that a blue bodysuit and yellow feathers isn't your "thing".
I can't exactly go up to a person and ask, "Does it turn you on to wear this? Would you have sex in this outfit? Oh, wearing this outfit IS sex for you? Great, ok, carry on." Or better/worse yet have to explain, "I'm sorry, this is a sexuality fair. This venue was not created simply so you could play dress up. Go to Mardi Gras. Bye now."
When we got home and tried to figure dinner out, Steve mentioned the word "barbeque". Mmm. Ordered from Big Nate's Barbeque, got our food delievered a little late, but really enjoyed it. Des and I had Memphis Pork sandwiches and Steve had pork ribs. The website is wrong, they don't have carrot pie anymore. The sweet potato pie they do have wasn't bad, though.
Honestly, it just made me miss Dinosaur and Beal St. I get a little down on myself, SF, and life when I find myself missing Rochester.
Rochester, stop it. Rochester, you are too cold in the winter. Rochester, I don't want to live in you. Rochester, you're too far from my family. Rochester, why do you have to be so close to other people I care about?
Posted by Josh A. at September 26, 2004 07:32 PM
Comments
I don't want to rain on your sex parade, but with all of your recent focus on energy and life affirmation, eating tortured, murdered animals for dinner seems woefully incongruous. Thoughts on this?
Posted by: Ari Moore at September 28, 2004 05:40 AM
Yeah, plenty of thoughts on that. I'm a bit surprised you would use my commenting feature like that, though. Especially considering that youv'e heard most of those thoughts.
For everyone not in the know, Ari and I have been talking about veganism & animal rights for as long as we've known each other.
You know, I thought of you the other day when Paul Pitchford was busy making hamburger out of this particular sacred cow. He said, without missing a beat, quite matter of factly, "Not everyone can live on a vegan diet. Not everyone should be vegan." I think that was the same day he told us that the only raw foodists who have done well on their diet are the ones who eat small amounts of raw meat.
But, don't try to talk to him about eating anything that isn't a "whole food". He even encouraged, if we are going to eat meat, to eat other parts of the animal too, like tongue, liver, etc. "Eat the whole animal."
I guess I managed to do that at the pho joint last night... I'm not even sure what all that was in the bowl, but it wasn't anything I normally eat.
Posted by: Josh A. at September 28, 2004 12:17 PM
Sorry, I thought maybe your thinking on the subject had changed over time. Dang it! I thought maybe you'd had a spiritual revolution.
Posted by: Ari Moore at September 29, 2004 06:25 AM
Perhaps he has. Perhaps he hasn't. Then again, perhaps he just hasn't had the same one you had.
Do any two people have the same spiritual revolution?
Posted by: ste3ve at October 5, 2004 04:07 PM