The Great San Francisco Pillow Fight 2008
I am having trouble describing this spectacularly surreal event - in the dusk near the embarcadero in San Francisco where, just before the stroke of 6 on this valentine's day - the pillows flew. Crashing through the crowd - there are singularly great opponents that one ends up dueling with almost like its a swordfight rather than the blatant childlike bedroom pillow throwing fun that this is. My stress dissipates as I imagine the most frustrating people at work, and pummel them with my pillow. Pillows begin to be ripped open and the air fills with feathers - swirling like new snow.
"Hey, that's not a pillow, that's your laundry man!" I hear someone shout as I get clocked in the head.
I feel tired, yet exhilarated, alive...I think this was even better than the mosh pit when Pearl Jam came home to Seattle in 92 - which is saying a lot.
I am so happy and lucky that I live a train ride away from wacky, interesting, fun, magical things that happen somewhere every day in this city.
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