I sure hope Day of the Dead is better than All Hallows' Eve. There really wasn't anything "hallowed" about today. Just screwed up. I see why Nancy hates this holiday so much.
I mean the Irish part of me is totally in tune with Samhain. Celebrate the bounty of the land. Bid farewell to the season of life that brings forth the season of death. The whole cycle of life thing. (Love The Lion King! Don't you?)
But San Francisco on Halloween is like full moon times a million. All the crazies come out to play... and then some. But it sure is colorful!
The worst part is that tonight should have been a celebration for Kurt of Kurt's Costume Shop in the Castro. And it just turned into mayhem. Full house. Fire. Stampede. Not the kind of night I would want to remember.
After it was all over, the weird thing - when we got off shift, Nancy just kinda disappeared. Didn't say a word. Just snuck out. Like she had somewhere to be. Something about her seemed extra sad today. It wasn't just that she hated being at work. There was something else. She's complicated. I think that's why I like her. But I'm pretty sure you're sick of hearing about that. So, I'll just say Happy Halloween and leave it at that.
Pace a voi. Be safe out there! Don't drink and drive.