I left my heart in San Francisco

This past weekend would have been extremely uneventful if it hadn't been for Sunday night. Friday and Saturday I basically sat at home and watched TV because I didn't feel like doing anything else, and I knew if I went out I would just go shopping and spend money which I want to stop doing. I literally didn't leave my house on Saturday except to go outside to look for the paper. It was pretty awesome, I watched one of my all time favorite baseball movies, the Sandlot, and caught bits and pieces of the Sandlot 2 - which was basically the same story as the first one, except they added three softball-playing girls into the bunch and some kiddie romance.

Anyways. Sunday night! It was one of those nights where at the end of it, you say to yourself "I'm so blogging about this tomorrow." Well, i was busy yesterday so I'm blogging today.

On Sunday night, I drove up to the city with my friend SueH for the Snow Patrol concert we bought tickets for a while ago for a concert in June, but got rescheduled because the lead singer had some health problems. The concert was at the Warfield in downtown SF, and to give you an idea of how classy the neighborhood its in, its right next door to a "gentlemen's club" called The Crazy Horse. As we were driving towards the parking garage, I'm just casually looking around on the streets and suddenly, something catches my eye. There is a man walking down the sidewalk at a brisk, but casual pace on the opposite side of the street. He's walking in the direction we're driving so he's not facing us, but for some reason I notice him anyways...oh yeah, because I CAN SEE HIS BARE BUTT!!! "Man wearing ass-less chaps!" I exclaimed to Sue while laughing and trying to point him out to her while she was driving. This guy was wearing leather chaps with NOTHING underneath them, leather strappy things as a top, and a leather hat, very YMCA biker-esque. The whole time we were on the same street as him we couldn't stop looking at him and cracking up, and then we wondered how the people who were walking right behind him were feelin' about the situation. Ahh, well what do you expect, right? Pretty normal for San Francisco, we figured, as we turned down another street and found parking.

Except as we were walking back towards the theater, I grabbed Sue's arm because there are about 4-5 guys walking behind us in the exact same outfits. Except, it seems that these guys are a bit more modest and are wearing jeans under their chaps, but are still shirtless. At this point we're like, What the crap is going on?!! There's gotta be some kind of event thats going on around here tonight. For men. Who like to wear leather. And bare their buttocks. The shirtless chap-men walked in a different direction from us, and soon we're standing in line in front of the theater, waiting for the doors to open. I tried to call Hannah to ask her to look up online what was going on in the city that day, but she didn't pick up. I start to talk on the phone with my friend Erin, who is describing the lesbian wedding she attended over the weekend when I have to interrupt her to inform her that a man in a leather kilt and a small leather vest just walked past me, right in front of a man with a shirt that said "I heart cock" ala the "I heart NYC" shirts.

hmmmm. THEN, I get distracted again when I hear a strange scraping, metal-against-pavement kind of sound from the street. I turn towards the street, and watch a guy skidding down the street on the side of his crappy looking motorcycle-scooter bike. Like, he and his bike were on their sides like he'd fallen down....but he was still moving down the street. After he came to a stop people ran over to see if he was okay and help him up...and he was fine. It looked like maybe his leg that was under the bike would be scratched up, but...he was totally fine. He stayed there for a bit to check out his bike, and then got back on and left. So weird.

After that, we finally got to go into the theater and the concert was frikin' AWESOME. Seriously, Snow Patrol kicks ass live. I'm kind of glad they postponed their concert because their second cd had just come out around June and I didn't know it that well, but with the extra couple of months I could sing along to their new songs too. For me, if a band isn't good live, I kind of lose interest in them because you know their sound is pretty much just produced in the studio. When a band is good live, and even better than their cds, it makes me like them even more. I like Snow Patrol before, now I'm obsessed with Snow Patrol, so good! Can anyone remember what their song "Run" was played in last year? It was in some movie trailer or tv trailer or something...I remember its what got me interested in them, but I can't remember what it was from.

The concert was awesome except for the annoying college girls that were ramming into us while they were dancing on the floor (the theather reminds me of the Riviera or Park West in Chicago). Hello, yeah, the concert is fun and the music is good, but that doesn't mean you have to bump into me every other second. Oh yeah, and when they started smoking pot, that was fun too - I LOVE getting burning smoke blown into my eyes! There was also a middle aged, totally out of place couple standing next to us who were obviously drunk AND high, and kept talking talking talking to us. But they were funny, and kind of crazy.

Overall, it was a crazy and fun night, and later we found out that it was the Folsom Street Fair that was going on that night. Looks like it would be an interesting fair. I wonder if they sell cotton candy.