Ah, just like last year, I finished this thing wondering, “What the hell is going on? Where the hell is everyone? My phone’s broken.” Chaos. I know there were lots of farmers and farm animals with me and the barn when we got to the water (the ocean is a lot smaller than I thought). I also know that all of a sudden they were gone. Big Bird was trying to get into the black party bus, I went to see if I read the 36th Ave sign correctly, and then he was gone too. I tried to get on the bus, “Is there a tall corn in there? The corn’s our friend,” but they said no. Then I decided I had to find our cow in Speedway Meadows, while the Red Strawberry—and Laura on the phone before it shorted out in the rain—told me I should just go home. I put our broken barn in the cart, plus a basketball hoop, and started backtracking to the cow. Red Strawberry and her friend must have gotten sick of babysitting me, cuz at some point I ran across the street chasing something and when I turned around they were walking away.
I ended up in some field and ran into some SFSU girls that fed me drinks off a cart they’d pillaged. I think they were Annie, Trashley, Mai, and a redhead that had at least three red-head-related nicknames that I don’t remember…Miranda might have been one of them. She liked to call me Bunny Foo Foo and sing the song. We hung out and played kickball. It’s a shame I didn’t remember to run back across the street and get the basketball hoop I’d found. Some weird dude in long johns was there too. Never mind that I was dressed as a bunny rabbit. Eventually we walked across the park, through a deserted Polo Fields, and onto Lincoln where Trashley and Miranda were waiting in their car (when did they leave to get their car???), and they went home.
Finding myself alone in the Sunset, I figured I’d walk to Naan ‘n’ Curry (yummy) and hail a cab if one came. After no cabs came, it dawned on me that Paneer Tikka Masala is not worth walking 20 blocks in pink Uggs. Heading back into the park, I had a 10 minute conversation with a nice lady walking her dog so she could explain to me over and over how to get to Speedway Meadows. Which I did find, finally. But the cow was not there. Wet, cold, with sore feet and a broken phone, I finally gave up and hailed a cab on Fulton. And when the cabbie woke me up, I was home.
Turns out Big Bird was on the bus after all—they dropped him off at KFC and he brought chicken home for everyone. The first field, where I met the SF State girls, was either right next to Speedway Meadows or it was Speedway Meadows. And the cow cart had been left somewhere else in the park anyway. I love Bay to Breakers!
Oh yeah, here are my Bay to Breakers pictures, Courtney’s pictures, and Andy’s pictures.
