For the second year in a row i've slept throught the SF Grand Prix bicycle race they have here in town. Those guys wear way to much spandex for my liking, but are amazing athletes none the less. I wonder how they'd fare on fixed gear track bikes?
There is always next year.
Friday the 13th. Saw my old room mate perform with Double Dutchess. A group of 5 or 6 girls who did some Double Dutch on the sidewalk in front of the San Francisco Motorcycle Club. They had a womens prison break-out theme. With stage names like Applesauce, Left Thigh, and Creme Fresh, they made their arrival by jumping out the side door of a moving van. Costumed in orange jumpsuits, and shackles the group pushed their way through the crowed which spilled over the side walk and blocked one lane of Folsom St. They fuckin rocked the block. They performed to a mix tape on a ghetto blaster and double dutched in shackles before ripping off their prision attire and revealing their punk rock cheerleader skirts and sleeveless black shirts underneith. They managed to work the crowd by yelling stuff like, "shut the fuck up bitches, were trying to jump rope here". As well as swiggin tequila & forties, smoking cigs, blazing joints (which they passed around to the crowd), and basically terrorizing the audience, all while jumping through dueling jump ropes (which actually were lamp cords, i think).
All i have to say is Fuckin Bad Ass.
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