Yesterday was notable for two reasons aside from my two-wheeled trek to work:
1. Gay marriage was ok'd in CA
2. It was still 75 degrees in the city at 11 p.m.
The power of these things combined led to a seriously festive atmosphere last night. We had a picnic in Dolores Park, and when we showed up around 8:30 it was packed. Friends who had come from the Castro said it was a full-on dance party there, with men in short shorts writhing around onstage, and we surmised that there is probably always a dance troupe on a stage under Castro St., ready to be lifted to the surface (a la the Roman Coliseum [as opposed to the Nassau Coliseum on Long Island, which is a way lamer reference]) at the slightest hint of a celebration. These friends also brought their little dog Squid, along with Squid's Xanax, which I feel like might not have been necessary had they not strapped her with a collar with flashing raver lights. But hey, it was a party.
San Francisco is a fine place to be when progress is made for liberal causes, and gay marriage is, of course, a big fat emotional one. Not only that, but the average age here is like 29, so people are looking for any excuse to party. If only it was like this all the time...