ghost riders

Sunday, feb. 4, 2007   |   0 comments

In the midst of all the many funfun activities that got crammed into these past two days — dancing to Rock Lobster and Baggy Trousers at the Riptide (a nice town bar — with old, soft dogs and a fireplace — where my lovely friend Michael now has a fortnightly DJ engagement), dog-walking with Caroleen and Birdy in Pacifica, watching Marco practice up for the big Benatards show (February 15 at the Eagle!), rocking it cake-style for my stepmother’s 60th birthday, ham-and-egg sandwich eating at Bartolo’s, Target browsing, a Monk marathon + What Not To Wear marathon shuffle — Marco and I also caught four-second glimpses of these thrilling sights:

* An awkward dad-man — wearing a helmet and elbow-, wrist-, and knee-pads — rollerblading, in teetering lurches and staggers, right on up a freeway offramp.

* A white, early-80s-style boxy American car ghost-floating down the 580 at 2am, no headlights, with some metal object dragging underneath the chassis, spraying sparks in every direction like an apocalyptic sparkler. With the words “Fast Boy” sprayscrawled along the side in huge, red cursive.

Such a good weekend!