It is the Gay Pride Parade so I went Downtown to check it out. It wasn’t massive but the party goes
on all day, and all weekend. There were groups from the SF police, Irish pipers, people supporting gay marriage, Latino dancers and several naked men walking the streets. Apparently this is a pretty regular thing in SF. There was a nice atmosphere of everyone just having a good time and celebrating tolerance and diversity in the city. Then I went up to Columbus Street to watch the England vs Italy football match with a friend of my friend AJ, called Bradley. We were in the Italian quarter so surrounded by blue shirts, everyone went wild when Italy won the penalty shoot out. Bradley then took me on to a friend’s brunch party but
we were quite late because the football had been prolonged. I tried my first Slider, basically a mini hamburger, and Mimosa, aka bucks fizz. Bradley has been here for three years and works in sales, he is adamantly never going back to the UK. He says that here it is what you know not who you know and anyone can get to the top if they have the skills and work hard enough. This was demonstrated by the guy there who looked like a bit of a thug; huge muscles, tattoos, wife beater, cap but was one of Bradley’s workmates at his last company. Apparently he scrubs up quite well in an Armani suit, not that many people wear suits in SF, and definitely no ties. The favourite female attire seems to be yoga pants so everyone is quite informal.
I then got taken on to the Marina district, the Chelsea of SF, full of well heeled young and the Frat crowd where we met up with some other friends of the birthday girl. We watched to sun go down on one of their roof terraces drinking margaritas.
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