Personal Conversations on the Bus

To my great delight, my bus line is filled to the brim with people who love speaking loudly about their personal lives on the bus ride home.

Recent examples:

#1. Hipster girl who decides to tell her supposedly ignorant friend all about Sarah Palin's horrifying track record and why McCain is the devil. Newsflash: You're in San Francisco. Unless your friend is living under a rock and/or in the middle of Ohio, spare us all your sure-to-be profound insights on the current political system. Or just save it for when you get home.

#2. Same bus ride as before. Phone rings, guy answers by saying "Sorry dude, I'm on a crowded bus so I can't really talk," and then launching into a 15 minute story about how his house got robbed, his computer is gone, but they found the guy who stole his bike because he was "trying to sell it in a shady way by Civic Center" and that the discovery of said bike "really cracked the case in a bunch of robberies by [his] house. We're talking 7 or 8. And that's not 7 or 8 in the whole city, that's like, 7 or 8 in just a few blocks of me, but the bike's still with CSI so it'll be a while before [he] gets it back." Listen bud, everyone on the bus is listening, and everyone is wondering how you can sound so pompous while talking about getting robbed. Oh, and 7 or 8 robberies in a city the size of San Francisco over a period of about 2 weeks would be miraculous.

#3. Today's bus ride home. West Coast version of Jappy girl talking on the phone about how she's just setting all these lofty artistic goals for herself, but really, she just found a job and apartment, and she wants a routine, but when she really thinks about it, wants to learn a couple more languages so that she doesn't have to live in the US, and these are all the humanitarian crises in Asia, but she'd really love to travel to S. America..definitely Chile and Argentina, maybe Peru, and a little Latin American spice with some Ecuador thrown in. Fist meet face.

#4. Also on today's bus ride (apparently obnoxious talkers come in two's). This girl was talking so loudly I'm sure the bus driver heard her all the way from her back seat. This is one of those loud, grating voices that you really can't help but listen to, and one this particular occasion she was sharing how her roommate might get fired, but she (the talker) is working full-time, and now that she's working never has any free time (HA), and, "not to be selfish", but she bought the TV and if her roommates (who are apparently pink-slipped freeloaders) watch it when she can't, well, is that really fair?

Ah, the voices of the city.

In other news, this past weekend was awesome. Roller derby might be the most ridiculous thing ever, and unfortunately is as staged and fixed as the WWE. On our quest to get tickets early we actually talked to one of the guys on the Brooklyn team, who asked Adam what size his feet were to recruit him on the team, made us poke at his muscles, told us about how he started an 18-person fight, and guess what his other job is? (Cue him grabbing his enormous belt buckle) He's a bull rider. Bare back, baby.

Anyways, roller derby = hilarity. One of the women looked like my grandma. No, really.

Sunday was spent at the (horse) races. SO AMAZING. I won $75 but ended up breaking even after adding up what I put in to bet at the start plus beers, food, and parking. In one race I actually picked the 1-2 combination, but foolishly didn't bet on the combination itself (think about it...there you go). If I had, I'd have made about $400. That's the "FUCK" of the weekend. And Adam, the birthday boy, broke even by betting on Flightly Girl, horse #9 in the 9th race at 9:1 odds. I'm not sure if that was intentional or a coincidence, but it paid off (and out).

Annnnd now it's back to the grind for another week. Oh, and for those of you who care, I'm feeling 100% better after Mono-Fest 2008. OH. One more thing. See ya'll at Alumni Weekend, betches.