It's gonna be hard to beat. It was ninja like. It was not necessary to be ninja like. It was covert, felt daring. It was probably neither. It was fun. No doubt it was spectacular fun.
We were five. We left late, too late to be anywhere near on time, to late to fully realize our purpose, and it was perfect.
Really.
We drove around the city, we entered Golden Gate sometime near 8. Sometime slightly after, the band came on at 8... We heard no music. Saw no hipster crowd. We knew we were in the right park, but we saw no signs of life out of the ordinary. We drove in a semi-circle, it took a while. Discouragement reared it's evil head, disgruntlement followed. We drove outside and turned down Lincoln. Happiness followed.
Car after car parked alongside the road, spaces dematerialized before our eyes into small cars and motorcycles. Music could be heard though, we knew we were near. And there it was. A space. "A space a space take it!" That's in quotes but it probably wasn't said that way. This was last night after all, much has happened since. She pulls along side and stops. She tells the girl up front to park. Our driver walks over to the side of the road to watch. She doesn't want to park herself. She could I'm pretty sure, but she lacks confidence or will. So the passenger girl becomes the driver girl and does quite an impressive job of it, if a bit slow.
ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE!
We pretend to walk, but I can barely contain my excitement. After a few steps I have no choice but to run. My mind cannot stop my body from taking off. Just follow the most direct route to the sounds. It is thrilling and I am happy. I love to run to shows. It's dark and it's hilly and branches are strewn about all over the place. Hops and skips ensue due to excitement delight and necessity. It takes sometime to realize I have lost three. We have to scope out the situation. How do we get close enough to see. On top of a hill we can see, but the band is so tiny and it just makes me want to be closer. The three lost we know will be found. Me and the ninjagod must find a way. I can't use names seeing as how they might not want to be blogged. I'll try and keep nicknames straight. Ninjagod and I run along the bushes until we find a gap easy enough to run down. We see nothing at the bottom of the hill. Follow the music. Run and run, dodge duck climb, through circles of hippies and potheads, we get to a fence. It definitely seems to be an obstacle. It's time to reunite with the group. I make a couple calls. No answer. We walk along the fence, trying to find a promising entrance. Behind a white van something is wrong with the fence. It's bent half over.
A definite entrance. We walk along as if unseeing. Mental notes are made. Ninjagod is smiling. I too am quite happy. We must find the rest of our group.
Must. We keep walking along the fence. There. In the distance, the three. Two girls and my crippled for temporary friend.
"We have found a way," I explain, and tell them about the passable area. We walk back, past the white van and then behind. Clinking and clanging and springy sorts of noise happen as we walk on over the half bent fence. My crippled for temporary friend seems to overcome this obstacle with ease.
A collective sigh of relief. We have passed along, possibly unseen and most likely heard.
The run begins again, always bent half over, sticking to the shaded areas. I'm getting tired of describing so I'll just say we are stealth here.
The music is louder. On the hilltops, when on the hilltops, the band seems less tiny. My heart is pumping quick.
It sinks.
Another fence.
Damns.
All around.
Another fence.
Another fence... the first was weakened... perhaps...
Yes. A spot.
Same deal yada yada yada it's too late and I shouldn't be typing. We hop it. It is glory. It is grand. No difficulties. I thought.
Laughing. She fell. She laughs about it. The driver that couldn't park who I will now refer to as face plant girl. All smiles, she totally fell on her face. I was careful to hold the fence down low for my crippled for temporary friend, but once he was over I kinda thought we were all over, but there was a flaw. Face plant girl was not quite off the fence. In the excitement of running she was rocketed up and into the dirt as the fence bent half bent up yet again. She laughs it off.
She has bruises. We'll call them battle scars. We can't tell at the moment but we later see them. She is a warrior. The music is loud. Since face plant girl is laughing all is well and all is golden because I hear the sounds of my favorite band and it is loud. We still can't see, but know we are close.
We walk through yet another opening in yet another set of bushes. Some timid kids are ahead of us, hiding, trying to find a way in but scared to take a chance. We walk up to take the lead. We are loud, apparently not as ninja like and covert as we feel. We get shushed. GOOOO!!! Says the leader of the timid pack, who it turns out are not timid, yells. We all run.
Into a wall of porta pottys.
We have arrived. As soon as we get around the green smelly things.
Anyway,
we get around. I even use one of the green smelly things. We see the band. We see them better than many who paid so much more.
We are happy.
We rule.
It is perfect.
Radiohead kicks.
editors note written by writer: This story is a mere shadow of actual events too exciting to describe and may or may not make sense as the hour is late and the writer unskilled. Far more exciting events happened. It was so worth the effort. Way more fun than purchasing at a counter. This story may or may not have happened.
We rock.
We rock.
