As I drove along 16th street, I spotted it. A bright, loud party going on in an alleyway, nestled between warehouses in Potrero Flats. I dodged around a taxi in the process of loading and swung into the opposite lane almost into incoming traffic.<\/p>\n
I found a parking spot around the corner. Once parked, I hesitated. Loud music? Flashy lights? Dressed up people? High heels, shiny sport jackets, open bar, boring dull topics?<\/p>\n
I wasn’t quite sure. I walked around the corner unable to get in touch with Chris…who somehow got inside. Uniformed unsmiling police officers stood guard at the main entrance and the back.<\/p>\n
Finally, I got a call right as I was going to bounce the joint. “Sorry, I was in the bathroom!”<\/p>\n
“Really?” I said. “The men’s bathroom has a line.”<\/p>\n
“It’s all guys here,” he replied. It was…quite a sausage fest.<\/p>\n
I walked to the fence and he convinced me that yes I did want Asian tacos and ice cream sandwiches<\/i>. As he was buried within the food trucks and carts, a girl dressed up in a medium gray cloak and leggings walked by and started taking photos with her phone. Then she asked me, “What’s going on?”<\/p>\n
“I think it’s a celebration for the launch of Oouya,” I said. “I am not sure if I really want to go.”<\/p>\n
Her curiosity was infectious and Chris immediately offered to get us both in. At the door, Chris said that he already talked to the guys and nobody blinked an eye. I embarrassingly slid through the check-in as bracelet was slipped onto my skinny wrist.<\/p>\n
We were in.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
As I drove along 16th street, I spotted it. A bright, loud party going on in an alleyway, nestled between warehouses in Potrero Flats. I dodged around a taxi in the process of loading and swung into the opposite lane … Continue reading