Folsom Sunday

Pink Truck? Pink Suck. I've never poured out a bottle of wine after one sip, but there's a first time for everything. This is from a woman who had been drinking "Two Buck Chuck" and liking it for a couple of years. Blaahhh!

Today was Folsom Sunday, my official end of Summer. Fortunately, in SF, we still get a few warm days in October so my days nude in the sun at Baker Beach aren't over for 2008 yet. I wasn't into FSF this year as a friend I was going to go with bailed on me at the last moment. Rather than feel like crap about it, I went by myself. I think I pissed off the wife of the corner store owner on my way down. She looked at me in my cut off tank top and ultra short mini skirt like I was a tart. I did look like a tart for the walk down to the fair, but I was pretty tame for Folsom once I got there. I did loose the shirt and display my black leather bra clad breasts proudly.

I was a little tipsy by the time I got there, but was definitely in the spirit of things. I headed over to the 12th St. stage as Von Iva had just started and were amazing as usual. They finished the set with a cover of "Hot Stuff" that sounded like they wrote it. I think they're going to be big if they have their management is on top of it.

I walked around a bit afterward and it seemed like this year wasn't as packed with people like last year. Sign of the economic downfall? Getting more buzzed as time went by, I decided to head back to the 12th St. stage for The English Beat. Their first album was big with a lot of my friends way back when. It was a trip to hear them play songs off that album as the memories came back and contrasted with today. Good stuff and I was very happy that I came to the Fair.

I didn't bring my DSLR to shoot the bands this year and it was kind of nice to not have a camera hanging around my neck and getting in the way. I did laugh at the geeks with the mega zooms shooting stuff as I know they were only getting nostrils. I saw one guy with a Leica and asked if it was an M8. It wasn't, but he was impressed that I knew what it was.

Walking home, I wasn't very conscious that rest of the city wasn't Folsom Street Fair-savvy. Oops... but this is San Francisco and that's one of the many reasons why I love this city.