the castro is insane right now. it's insane a lot, so really i should say that the castro is over-the-top-gonna-kill-ya-with-an-axe certifiable right now.
helicopters overhead.
28 port-o-pottys per block of two blocks of castro street, not counting the side streets.
one fire lane that they finally figured out should be set up, since no human can move in that crowd when it's at its peak, much less an emergency vehicle.
ahhhh, the thumping dj disco gaytown music just started and it's only 7pm. i do love the joyousness of gaytown. seriously. i just don't like the soundtrack.
what i am supposed to be doing tonight:
1. throwing a party
2. going to a friend's punk rock show at bottom of the hill
3. raging on castro street in a costume
what i am doing tonight (while incurring certain wrath of certain friends i am sure, and deservedly)
1. writing
2. working on a cookbook i'm writing for my friend's birthday present
3. eating vicodin
4. drinking red wine
5. reading courtney love's diaries which just came out today and yep, i already bought it, eschewing sale prices from amazon and the like for immediate gratification. that's what courtney would have wanted.
so, essentially, i have decided to do exactly what i want to do on halloween, living in the castro. yet another sign of growing up (meaning doing what i want, as a person who has to present copy to scary people tomorrow, for the first time ever in a new career/job.)
xo
ps. i am left wondering if "growing up" just means "growing old."
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