Last weekend, Alice and I were unexpectedly bombarded with cultures up the whoa. It was crazy rad. Here’s a little photolog of some of the events and scenery we peeped on Sunday morn/afternoon.
There was a parade busting through the Mish. I’m not sure when it started, but it lasted forever. There were hella floats and mad peeps in colorful feathers shaking their booties in various rhythms.
And who knew there were so many dance-fighting troupes in San Francisco? Props to the elderly dancers and dance-fighters keeping it real.
The crowd was pretty eclectic. See haircut above. Legit.
On Harrison Street, there was a potentially related street fair featuring meat, meat and meat galore. And just when Alice and I thought everyone in the Mish was totes over the whole carnivore thing! Way to keep us guessing, ‘hood!
I made sure to buy myself a few wolf shirts at one of the boutique fashion stands. There was a large stage, a medium stage and one garage with live music of the following genres: Funk, Little Kids Rapping and Screamo. Sick.
There was even some action outside the metal-detector protected boundaries of the street fair. All around the ‘hood there were many people (“hipsters?”) displaying some brightly colored and shiny cars. Party on 21st St, and everyone was invited!
Back on Mission Street, it was a car-free affair. I hope you already stocked up on some children’s pimp outfits – The joint is now closed.
After all the insanity, everyone left the Mish and lounged away in the sun at the very lovely DP.
All things considered, we had a fun day in the Mish, with no stabbings or pies to the face.