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On a Sunday??<br><br>
Ok so it was my turn to sleep in this morning. I have not gotten one of these days for two weeks so it was big guns. Hah! Five thirty this morning there were, what sounded like hundreds of people walking by my house making a ton of noise. This is not unusual as we live on a college campus three doors down from a bar...usually we get this kind of noise at 2am when the bars close.<br><br>
But 5:30? WTF?<br><br>
So I go look outside and there is a guy dressed like a pylon (among many other folks).<img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/img/vbsmilies/smilies/dizzy.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="Dizzy"><br><br>
Aha! Today is the Bay to Breakers race in San Francisco...and I live near the train station in Santa Clara.<br><br>
So by this time the kid was very awake and we all got up. I could hear lots of people screaming and cheering from the station so I walked down there to see what the heck.<br><br>
The train was there, packed to the rafters, and there were still <i>thousands</i> of people waiting to get on. Drunk, half-nekked people in various states of un-costume. It was like WeHo Halloween, but 6am on a Sunday. Beads, cowboy hats, feather boas, florescent green legwarmers...skin, skin, skin.<br><br>
It was almost entertaining enough to be worth waking up for. Almost.
Ok so it was my turn to sleep in this morning. I have not gotten one of these days for two weeks so it was big guns. Hah! Five thirty this morning there were, what sounded like hundreds of people walking by my house making a ton of noise. This is not unusual as we live on a college campus three doors down from a bar...usually we get this kind of noise at 2am when the bars close.<br><br>
But 5:30? WTF?<br><br>
So I go look outside and there is a guy dressed like a pylon (among many other folks).<img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/img/vbsmilies/smilies/dizzy.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="Dizzy"><br><br>
Aha! Today is the Bay to Breakers race in San Francisco...and I live near the train station in Santa Clara.<br><br>
So by this time the kid was very awake and we all got up. I could hear lots of people screaming and cheering from the station so I walked down there to see what the heck.<br><br>
The train was there, packed to the rafters, and there were still <i>thousands</i> of people waiting to get on. Drunk, half-nekked people in various states of un-costume. It was like WeHo Halloween, but 6am on a Sunday. Beads, cowboy hats, feather boas, florescent green legwarmers...skin, skin, skin.<br><br>
It was almost entertaining enough to be worth waking up for. Almost.