Adventures at the beach: Why I love San Francisco
Today I decided to get off my fat ass and go for a walk on the beach. During this walk I rediscovered why I love San Francisco.
First, I noticed the weirdest footprints in the sand by the waters edge where I was walking and I followed them for a while. The prints were 4 two inch long one inch wide imprints in a row on each foot. When I looked up I saw this girl walking weirdly and as I got closer I realized she was leaving the foot prints.
She was wearing Roller Blades while walking in the sand.
I said “I think those work better on the street.” She laughed hysterically, I kept waling.
Then, about a mile down the beach there was this skinny guy with no shirt and short shorts on who I swear had Drag Queen Turrets. Yep…he was acting and talking and screaming like a drag queen diva. He was yelling art the air across from him and slapping his body and flailing about…kind of reminded me of Mick Jaeger. Very odd.
On the walk back there were two guys in the ocean as far as the eyes could see and they were skim boarding. I passed them and about 5 minutes later the waves start to come towards me so I maneuver towards the beach when all of a sudden I feel the WORST pain on my Achilles tendon! HOLY CRAP did it hurt. I thought I was bit by a shark, a dog, a jellyfish or something. I almost lose my balance and fall into the water, iPod, phone and all. When I gain my composure and balance I look down and it was a skim board that rammed into the back on my ankles. I pick it up and one of the guys was looking desperately for it. I handed it back and he was very apologetic. I continued on.
After the walk I was sitting on the seawall watching one of the slowest most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen. There were about 20 other people there too. As the sun went down we all turned around and there was a collective gasp. At the same time as the sun was setting the moon was rising over twin peaks directly behind us. The moon was full, HUGE and bright. It really was breathtaking. Of course I didn’t have my camera…only my phone so I took a crappy picture with that.
I called my friend Jamie and told her to come to the corner to see the moon come up and I was telling her about my crazy sights when all of a sudden we hear this screaming. It’s getting louder and closer. “FUCK THIS CITY! I HATE THIS CITY! SAN FRANCISCO SUCKS I FUCKING HATE IT!” I turn to Jamie and said “um..i’m scared.” And she asked if that was the drag queen turrets guy. It was a guy in a mountain bike with an A’s rally hat (upside down inside out baseball cap) on screaming at the top of his lungs over and over.
Odd but not super out of place in this wonderful city…we agreed to go get burritos and have drinks.
All of this took place in the span of two hours. That’s why I love this city.
First, I noticed the weirdest footprints in the sand by the waters edge where I was walking and I followed them for a while. The prints were 4 two inch long one inch wide imprints in a row on each foot. When I looked up I saw this girl walking weirdly and as I got closer I realized she was leaving the foot prints.
She was wearing Roller Blades while walking in the sand.
I said “I think those work better on the street.” She laughed hysterically, I kept waling.
Then, about a mile down the beach there was this skinny guy with no shirt and short shorts on who I swear had Drag Queen Turrets. Yep…he was acting and talking and screaming like a drag queen diva. He was yelling art the air across from him and slapping his body and flailing about…kind of reminded me of Mick Jaeger. Very odd.
On the walk back there were two guys in the ocean as far as the eyes could see and they were skim boarding. I passed them and about 5 minutes later the waves start to come towards me so I maneuver towards the beach when all of a sudden I feel the WORST pain on my Achilles tendon! HOLY CRAP did it hurt. I thought I was bit by a shark, a dog, a jellyfish or something. I almost lose my balance and fall into the water, iPod, phone and all. When I gain my composure and balance I look down and it was a skim board that rammed into the back on my ankles. I pick it up and one of the guys was looking desperately for it. I handed it back and he was very apologetic. I continued on.
After the walk I was sitting on the seawall watching one of the slowest most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen. There were about 20 other people there too. As the sun went down we all turned around and there was a collective gasp. At the same time as the sun was setting the moon was rising over twin peaks directly behind us. The moon was full, HUGE and bright. It really was breathtaking. Of course I didn’t have my camera…only my phone so I took a crappy picture with that.
I called my friend Jamie and told her to come to the corner to see the moon come up and I was telling her about my crazy sights when all of a sudden we hear this screaming. It’s getting louder and closer. “FUCK THIS CITY! I HATE THIS CITY! SAN FRANCISCO SUCKS I FUCKING HATE IT!” I turn to Jamie and said “um..i’m scared.” And she asked if that was the drag queen turrets guy. It was a guy in a mountain bike with an A’s rally hat (upside down inside out baseball cap) on screaming at the top of his lungs over and over.
Odd but not super out of place in this wonderful city…we agreed to go get burritos and have drinks.
All of this took place in the span of two hours. That’s why I love this city.
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