Everything is relitive. That being said, I came home Wednesday night from the musical Wicked. 11:15pm when I get off the muni. Powell St is quite. Relitivly speaking. It was an enjoyable walk home.
Three days later. Halloween night. We head to the Castro - 9:30pm. A pink pussy, two sailors, Spock, Sherlock Holmes, and… well I’m not really sure what that one was. Get to our fist club. Note to my friends back in Nebraska, “Suckers!” They might have closed down the party in the street but the Castro was still the place to be. First bar/club we go to is the Q. Fun, dancing, having a great time. Drop my phone, broke it, out of commission. Next club, dancing, sweating, hot, hot, hot, sweat sweet, wet, wet, wet, red heat.
Leave the Castro and head to a friend’s flat. All the dancing, long lines to the bar, does not make for a drunk Kat. Quick fix, liquor store on the way back. “I can’t figure out how to get the cover on the futon.” Cut to girl in pink cat outfit showing the futon what up. Good thing someone thought to take photos.
Move to the roof. Party next door. Loose a member of our party to that party. Bed time finally comes – 2am. I’m not one to wait, even on a hike home, middle of the night, in a big city. I start walking. Alone.
Yeah, I got the lectures already. It was San Francisco on Halloween. I never once felt unsafe. There were still plenty of people on the street at 2am and we all looked like freaks. All things relative, there were loads of people out.
Broken phone,
Next club,
Getting home,
Jeets appt
Me taking my closes off (not like that you perves)
Roof
Party next door,
Walking home alone at 2am
