bon fire night

was last night. The day actually started off with me doing the laundry, which is a good thing because it has been a while it was time! While I was waiting I decided to take a little walk around the hood and was greeted by a nice old homeless looking man on a wheel chair in his mid 50's who was missing most of his front teeth so it was hard to decipher what exactly he was saying to me. But I did makes out "It's nice weather out isn't it?" Except it sounded as if you have your whole fist inside your mouth and you are trying to talk. Then he asked me to dinner and introduced himself as Gator, kind of like my school mascot. Poor guy, should have invited him to the amazing BBQ which was held at V's house last night. Best fucking steak I ever had, and whoooo marinated it?? Yeah, me. Great great great food, corn on the cobb, and nice light drinks that made me very happy. We then got all our shtuff together and headed for the beach for the planned bon fire. It was first just about 5 or 6 of us but when my friend Luis told me he is bringing a couple of friends, I didn't realize that his whole dorm crew was coming. I don't think he knew either. So there we were, holding on for dear life to our sticks and marshmallows overcrowded by the large group of 18-19 year olds, all art students. Turns out that there are regulars that go to these bon fire things every single night. Like this one guy Goat that we met who comes to Ocean Beach almost every night. He told us that next October all of San Francisco will be covered by a humangous tidal wave. He also sold necklaces that predict your dreams... or something like that. He was a creep and Karen put him in his place about recycling his stupid beer can. Long story short, the kids stole our marshmallows and we ended up leaving once the crowd thinned out and it was around 2am. Interesting night, really typical of SF. The people and everything.