Delayed of course due to my insane schedule of jobby, commute, laziness, and slow computer.
What did I do for Bay to Breakers this year? Although there was much talk about the crackdown on alcohol, I was still adamant on attending. Despite the fact that in the last year that I have willingly stepped away from my former love of flash mobs and SF pranks (See valentine’s day pillow fight and bring your own big wheel), I wouldn’t give up Bay to Breakers. For the longest time (realize that I am a Bay Area native), I thought Bay to Breakers was some dull race in San Francisco where people rallied together in happiness and tears to run across the Bay Bridge. Actually I was completely wrong. Besides, why would you run across the Bay Bridge when you could do the Golden Gate?
So Chris brought me to my first one (or actually my friends at the time did) in 2007. Ever since then, I was hooked…mostly because it was a place to see creativity. To see excitement. To see…true community.
Although I am not exactly a huge fan of drinking, I think everyone should behave responsibly. There’s a sliding scale of having fun. The kind where your fun is infectious and as a result everyone else has a great time as you. Then there’s the kind where the fun infringes on others’ personal space and pursuit of happiness.
But regardless…this year for Bay to Breakers 2009, Chris and I woke up late due to my miracle berry party and the sudden unexpected heat wave.
Anyway, Chris dressed up as the ultimate gamer. The kind that plays games all day in boxers. Has a holster for his game controllers…and Guitar Hero guitar. Oh wait, that’s Chris!
And I dressed up as Faith from Mirror’s Edge. Many did not know who I was. But on the muni, an asian guy that I recognized from various events spotted me and as he was departing the train, he said nonchalantly that I nearly did not notice, “Nice Faith.”
This year near the entrance of Golden Gate Park, I saw a twentysomething guy suddenly run wildly being chased by two (real) police officers. He ran in circles around the crowd. People gave him space to run. I saw several people try to block the officers. Eventually, someone chest bumped the guy slowing him down and the officers tackled the guy to the ground. Yelling at him while they cuffed him, they hoisted him to a nearby car. The officer yelled in heavily accented English, “I saw you take the bottle from your friend!”
And like everyone else, I walked away, not sure exactly what I was supposed do. Moments later, I was back in my character trying to free run up obstacles but realizing that I am not as agile and strong as Faith.