hands across the sand

In this picture I am the 30th person from the right. David is to my right, and Amy and Jules are to my left. We are holding our hands up in the air holding signs.



Another two days of work have past - it's awesome. I love it. But I have no thrilling tales to tell.

Today however was pretty sweet. Jules and I went out to Crissy Field - between the Marina District and the Golden Gate for a Hands Across the Sand rally. Riding the bus there was insane. We had to transfer busses at Market St. and get on a bus heading through Chinatown to our destination. We couldn't get on the first two because they were just way too packed and people were pushing and shoving and barely squeezing in as the doors closed.

Anyway, these events were happening today in over 820 locations, in over 30 countries and all 50 states. We met Amy and David (my manager from Greenpeace who is completely awesome) there and all got "Move Beyond Oil" signs from the Sierra Club, who was hosting the event in San Francisco. There were some politicians there, including one congressman, who were speaking and we stood behind them with our signs while they were filmed - so there is a good chance we got on the news here. Yay! Then everyone headed to the beach to form a line across the sand all holding hands and a helicopter flew above to take pictures! It was really awesome.

Afterwards we went to Johnny Rocket's for some grub and then headed home. On the 9 bus (the one we take to and from work every day) there was this guy who I have seen a couple of times. Once he was on the bus with me, once he was with Jules on the bus, and another couple of times I've seen him just walking around a bus stop en route. I was talking about him to Jules and then all of a sudden, speak of the devil, he comes on board. Now this guy, we're going to call him Freddy, has flaky skin and is a raging alcoholic. Oh! I think I wrote about him in a past blog actually - he was the one who told me that I shouldn't be afraid of him and then yelled "Yippie-yi-oh!" on the bus. Anyway he gets on, today is a bad drinking day for him, and starts cursing and swearing. "[insert a lot of words my parents don't want to hear come out of my mouth, and some racial slurs]" Another guy on the bus starts telling him to shut up and the bus driver finally just pulls over and yells at him "You shut up and stop making trouble or you get off the bus, I'm giving you that choice!" (I am so glad I'm not a San Francisco Muni driver). Well Freddy "don't want none of that BS" and he keeps on yelling. So the driver calls the police. We wait for about five more minutes for Freddy to calm down and finally he does, and we move on without the police showing up. It's funny because in the beginning these things really freaked me out and now it's like, old news. Haha.

I came home and flopped on the couch with Pippy curled up next to me and Shivs sprawled out on my legs, even though they generally try to avoid each other. It was super sweet. And! Amy just told me that she saw us on three channels of the San Francisco news earlier this evening! I have now been on television in San Francisco - yeye!