LOVE Parade!
I went to San Francisco yesterday. (That deserves it's own sentence.)
I was fun. (generally) We purposely (methinks) did not plan ahead of time about what we wanted to do. Therefore, we had ourselves a grand little adventure. (We is Me, John S, Chelsea V, Jamie D, Ellora K, Riaz _, and Eric B -- and grand as in interesting)
"We" had to catch the campus bus to the train station, Caltrain. However, we were late.....then we had to wait for thirty minutes in the sun for the train to come. So....compositely.....it took us about two and 1/2 hours to get to SF. And when we got there, we spent about another two hours trying to figure out a means of transportation to a place that we really didn't decide on. When we finally bought tickets and got onto a bus, we decided to get off after four blocks to head back to where we started. Some passenger persuaded a number of "us" that Fisherman's Wharf was nothing in comparison to the "debauchery" of a "kick-ass" party that happened to be in the exact opposite direction. So, the "we" (in its entirety) got off the bus and started on our way back.
Then, hunger came. So, we dodged it by hiding in a little (but very chic) Thai restaurant on 4th Street named Cha Am (I have a business card if anyone's interested). We had dinner. Yay.
Then, some of us decided to check out this "party." But, we also wanted to make it back in time for the 8 PM train departure. So we had thirty minutes. Weaving through crowds of drunks, potheads, and entirely shameless people; JS and I ran (almost) through the huge thing. It happened to be the annual International techno fest "Love Parade."
Everything was there: fire-dancers, belly-dancers, grinding dancers, bunny costumes, making out couples - of every combo, men in purple jumpsuits riding unicycles, horny ballerinas, freaky goths, the basic overweight American squeezed in tight, revealing clothing (quite a few of these), nerds of all types (from computer to book) dancing and hoping to catch an eye, and the people that you can't imagine in any other context except for going to one of these parties - people who seem to sustain life just to attend these debaucheries of craziness and anarchy with their vibrant hair colors, tatoos, and over-pierced bodies. (It was pretty awesome :))
The music got boring and the everything else got monotonous after a while (ten minutes). So, we (me and JS) left. And futhermore, we got back in time for the train and went home. We sang and acted drunk on the way back. Twas fun. In the end, out of our group, four of us all piled into a twin bed and talked until about one in the morning. (Clothed)
Then.....I passed out and don't remember anything. (just waking up all sticky)
(hopefully.....it is understood that this part is to make this journal entry more interesting. It's not necessarily true -- i mean the sticky part)
Overall, I must comment that the parade (with about 40 floats of extremely loud music) was a new experience that I observed. People in general are truly interesting.....I can't even imagine all the stories from all of these people that are floating out there. It's heart warming to see such mosaic and variegated humanity in such a context. However, JS and I did feel very (extremely) out of place.
But, me guess that college is about experiencing it all. So I did my part. (unlike some of my "anti-social" friends)
tha's all folks.
(I'll get some pictures linked up soon)
I was fun. (generally) We purposely (methinks) did not plan ahead of time about what we wanted to do. Therefore, we had ourselves a grand little adventure. (We is Me, John S, Chelsea V, Jamie D, Ellora K, Riaz _, and Eric B -- and grand as in interesting)
"We" had to catch the campus bus to the train station, Caltrain. However, we were late.....then we had to wait for thirty minutes in the sun for the train to come. So....compositely.....it took us about two and 1/2 hours to get to SF. And when we got there, we spent about another two hours trying to figure out a means of transportation to a place that we really didn't decide on. When we finally bought tickets and got onto a bus, we decided to get off after four blocks to head back to where we started. Some passenger persuaded a number of "us" that Fisherman's Wharf was nothing in comparison to the "debauchery" of a "kick-ass" party that happened to be in the exact opposite direction. So, the "we" (in its entirety) got off the bus and started on our way back.
Then, hunger came. So, we dodged it by hiding in a little (but very chic) Thai restaurant on 4th Street named Cha Am (I have a business card if anyone's interested). We had dinner. Yay.
Then, some of us decided to check out this "party." But, we also wanted to make it back in time for the 8 PM train departure. So we had thirty minutes. Weaving through crowds of drunks, potheads, and entirely shameless people; JS and I ran (almost) through the huge thing. It happened to be the annual International techno fest "Love Parade."
Everything was there: fire-dancers, belly-dancers, grinding dancers, bunny costumes, making out couples - of every combo, men in purple jumpsuits riding unicycles, horny ballerinas, freaky goths, the basic overweight American squeezed in tight, revealing clothing (quite a few of these), nerds of all types (from computer to book) dancing and hoping to catch an eye, and the people that you can't imagine in any other context except for going to one of these parties - people who seem to sustain life just to attend these debaucheries of craziness and anarchy with their vibrant hair colors, tatoos, and over-pierced bodies. (It was pretty awesome :))
The music got boring and the everything else got monotonous after a while (ten minutes). So, we (me and JS) left. And futhermore, we got back in time for the train and went home. We sang and acted drunk on the way back. Twas fun. In the end, out of our group, four of us all piled into a twin bed and talked until about one in the morning. (Clothed)
Then.....I passed out and don't remember anything. (just waking up all sticky)
(hopefully.....it is understood that this part is to make this journal entry more interesting. It's not necessarily true -- i mean the sticky part)
Overall, I must comment that the parade (with about 40 floats of extremely loud music) was a new experience that I observed. People in general are truly interesting.....I can't even imagine all the stories from all of these people that are floating out there. It's heart warming to see such mosaic and variegated humanity in such a context. However, JS and I did feel very (extremely) out of place.
But, me guess that college is about experiencing it all. So I did my part. (unlike some of my "anti-social" friends)
tha's all folks.
(I'll get some pictures linked up soon)
posted by Tri Luong at 10:23 PM
1 Comments:
Dont critique-size me, boy. The biggest festival we have in Georgetown is called 'pirates of the square-ibbean' and I went to it (if only for the sole reason that the company that caters our food went there so we had NO food on campus). It was so much fun: there was nothing there. The biggest event was a big-screen showing of Pirates of the Carribean and they ended up cancelling it because some of the people complained there were too many people in the square. My guess is there were about 100. THIS IS LIFE IN GEORGETOWN. If you find out about any love parades coming through, tell me and i'll go. But they'll be diverted around Georgetown because obviously the people here dont like big crowds of 100+ people.
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