Last night was fun yet full of bizarre drama. Went out to grab some drinks with salacious_pop
. We started at the Cafe, but it was a D+ crowd so we left to seek out a better spot. On our way crossing 17th at Castro we were intercepted by a crazy man - all in black, wild white hair, and I swear his eyes tracked independently just like a chameleon.
I don't know how it's possible to mumble and yell at the same time, but he managed it. He was going on about working for evil corporations in Marin, and kept rushing us and being very aggressive. I could see how much it was freaking out the boys, so I switched on my don't-fuck-with-me face. "You need to back off right now!" I told the guy. But he didn't even seem to notice I was talking. I tried a few times, but it never registered with him that I was talking to him, let alone telling him to get lost.
Finally, I realized I was dealing with a crazy person, so I switched to using bizarro logic. "Look!" I yelled, pointing up the street behind us. "It's a frisbee!" Instantly his head swung around to follow my finger, and in a second he dashed up the sidewalk in search of who knows what. None of us understood how that worked, but I'm definitely going to remember that for the next time I'm accosted by a crazy person.