On a day like this, I didn’t spend it with anyone in particular. I first went to have dim sum with family in Peony, headed back to SF for a nap and a viewing of Daybreak, then a quick walkthrough Civic Center of the St. Patrick’s Day “family” festival, catching the last part of Obama’s speech in Oakland and attempts to actually see him but only seeing the top of his head, experiencing the F line, walking around Pier 39, walking to Castro, missing a showing from the asian american film festival, and ice cream from Bi-Rite.

At Civic Center, I was walking behind a group of 4 college boys, obviously influenced by the non-family activities at the festival. They were laughing at how they had scared two girls by jumping in front of them. I must have been quietly laughing to myself at their immaturity. Then they turned and saw me. One asked if I wanted it also.

I laughed and said that I already saw what they did. As I was walking away, one yelled out, “Hey, do you have MySpace?”

I raised my eyebrows and said nothing, walking down into the station.