We paraded through the city yesternight, spearheading and spreading cheer and spilled liquor over a narrow and winding path.
Cacophony Christmas lives!
But not because of you, probably, dumbass. Where The Fuck were you last night? Surely not clinging to your new best friends and drunken neighbors as were the ragtag bunch that briefly occupied Safeway on Market around 8 pm. Songs of merriment and cries of confusion were abounding as upwards of a hundred revelers paraded through the produce aisle and check stands, snake-like bellowing Deck the Halls and wearing the latest Xmas fashions.
Check me, where you there? Were you not entertained? Ah well, just as well. We didn't need you anyway.
The parade returned, like the swallows to the Capistrano-adjacent area, and the merriment resumed.
Some guy wearing a kimono strummed a uke and a lot of nice people peppered with drunks strung along the Lower Haight, then up Market to Castro, where shit really started to get weird: I mean, people actually starting JOINING IN with us. Singing and laughing and everything. It was epic. So we left.
The parade of mayhem continued through a bar on 14th, and a halfway house of recently sober youths (PERFECT place to put a bunch of slobbering drunks, right?). We knew we had reached our Zenith, so we stumbled, apologized and ---chagrined -- everybody pissed off and planned for how to make NEXT year's CC the REAL last one. Go baby Jesus!
