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coyotegothI saw 2011 out at a party, at Fey and Sidhe's. becca, alas, was not feeling well, and stayed home; I made it there by around nineish, and promptly indulged myself with all manner of tasty snackses. The party filled up gradually, and I worked my way in and out of various conversations as the spirit moved me. Midnight came, and fireworks went off; the view could only have been improved by, say, a 200-foot-tall radioactive bipedal dinosaur... no luck there, alas, but not a bad beginning. I stayed clearheaded; soon after midnight, I said my goodnights, and headed out...
...one of the few things about San Francisco that I find less than wonderful: they have no empty taxicabs, EVER. In fact, I nearly grabbed one- only to be literally shoved out of the way by someone else. Public transportation? A distinct lack of MUNI, followed by lines of doom for the shuttle bus equivalent, followed by the taxi episode... at which point I gave up, and started walking down Market until I got to Haight (which spitefully has a huge hill RIGHT at the beginning, but then settles down into relative flatness), then 'round Golden Gate Park, and home... only to find out that becca had, in her sleepiness, chained AND locked the door shut. (Her neighbors are either forbearing, out for the night, or VERY sound sleepers.)
Perhaps my strongest memory of the evening is of looking out at the Transamerica Pyramid, a personal touchstone of mine, and of watching the light on the top sparkle on and off and people chatted in the background. I'd look out at it, and think of the light in Gatsby, and of Bobbi (Fey told me that four of her guests had had to cancel due to death/near death with loved ones; I choked, and utterly failed to find a coherent response), and of simply living in the moment... then I'd turn to the conversations around me, and smile, and say something.
...one of the few things about San Francisco that I find less than wonderful: they have no empty taxicabs, EVER. In fact, I nearly grabbed one- only to be literally shoved out of the way by someone else. Public transportation? A distinct lack of MUNI, followed by lines of doom for the shuttle bus equivalent, followed by the taxi episode... at which point I gave up, and started walking down Market until I got to Haight (which spitefully has a huge hill RIGHT at the beginning, but then settles down into relative flatness), then 'round Golden Gate Park, and home... only to find out that becca had, in her sleepiness, chained AND locked the door shut. (Her neighbors are either forbearing, out for the night, or VERY sound sleepers.)
Perhaps my strongest memory of the evening is of looking out at the Transamerica Pyramid, a personal touchstone of mine, and of watching the light on the top sparkle on and off and people chatted in the background. I'd look out at it, and think of the light in Gatsby, and of Bobbi (Fey told me that four of her guests had had to cancel due to death/near death with loved ones; I choked, and utterly failed to find a coherent response), and of simply living in the moment... then I'd turn to the conversations around me, and smile, and say something.
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Date: 2012-01-01 12:01 pm (UTC)