Free love and whippings for all

San Francisco is completely out of control right at this moment!

The time is 2.48am Sunday morning (or late Saturday night for those night owls like myself). I just got back from a night out on the town. Woods and I did a bit of shopping at H&M & Urban Outfitters, devoured a scrumcious dinner at Dosa in the Mission District, feasted our senses at the final live Ladytron show of 2007 which took place at Mezzanine, and secured a pre-Folsom parking spot in the SoMa district. Life is good.

As we drove around on a search for parking, I noticed the city is crawling with tweeked out club kids and leather men (and women). San Fran is host to the Folsom Street Fair (happenin’ tomorrow, err today) and the LoveFest (which took place today, err yesterday). In other words, it’s one big fucking party. I love it.

I didn’t make it to the LoveFest (and LoveParade) today as I partook in some “sins of the flesh” which caused me to sleep it off in the majority of the afternoon. And I was being a cheap bastard as the LoveFest required a donation to attend. Fucking is free so it that took presidence.

I also wanted to be well rested for Folsom tomorrow (today). I plan to get up before noon, a big feat I know, so I can experience all that Folsom has to offer – which translates to checking out all of the exhibitor’s booths (especially the infamous Fucking Machine). Of course I want this to happen much earlier in the day so I can spend the late afternoon/early evening eyeballing all of the sheninigans on the street, behind the dumpsters, and in the bars. I plan to continue the tradition of manseeding my much broken-in Fluevog black leather boots. Good lawd, if those boots could talk…

Anyhow, I have a freshly cooked meal waiting for me consisting of a lemon seasoned c hicken breast and potato salad all thanks to late night chef Woods. I need eat before I head to bed. I want to make sure that I am chock full of carbs and protein as I need my energy for the big day tomorrow (today). Then again, if I didn’t have the protein I needed to sustain my stamina I would be able to drain it from the anbundance of donors that will be trotting along at the festival. Hot damn, I just love how those Folsom men are so giving.