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Free Muni = fun bus rides
Jan. 1st, 2008 11:55 amHappy New Year, People!
2008 started off pretty great, with the most fun bus ride I'd taken in years. In an effort to make it easier for people not to drive, there's free MUNI service all night on New Year's Eve. This means the busses are full of drunk party-goers. Teens drinking 40's on the outbound, already drunk adults drinking Andre on the inbound.
About a half hour into the new year, after freezing our asses off for 15 minutes,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
smallstages and I got on an N. It was pretty empty but a couple of stops later a group of ten drunks got on. Luckily they were happy, friendly drunks who kept standing up to wish everyone a happy new year. Some were American, some had Irish accents, one claimed to be a member of the Hawaiian royal family. Incredibly, during the entire 20 minutes ride, not one said anything racist, sexist or homophobic, which may be a public transit record for drunk people.
Anyways, when they got on, they were discussing where to get off, finally deciding on the stop after mine. That's why I knew something was up when one of them got up and started saying, "Oh shit, this is our stop! Hurry! Get off!" when we were still a couple of miles away. He shooed everyone in his group off except for one couple who either were too busy feeling each other up to respond or sober enough to know where they were. He, of course, didn't get off and just started laughing as the other 6-7 friends realized they weren't where they were supposed to be and tried to get back on. One woman managed to twist her torso back in the front door before the door half-closed on her, making those loud door-not-closing buzzer sounds. She jumped back outside when the door released her, the doors reclosed and we were on our way.
I reflected on the fact that I was really glad I wasn't a MUNI driver on New Year's.
"I can't believe they fell for that!" he said to his remaining friends. They laughed. We all laughed. Everyone laughed except for the well-dressed people talking on their cell phones and pretending to ignore everyone else.
As if we were in a play, a couple of blocks later, the "Hawaiian Royal Family" guy reappeared. How did he get back on the bus I wondered?
"How did you get back on the bus?" the practical joker asked.
"What do you mean? Where did everyone else go?" HRF responded. He had been talking to some woman in the back of the bus and hadn't seen any of the con or struggle to reenter the bus. He claimed that he could see her future and that it was brighter than anyone else's on the entire bus.
"Ah, they got off at the wrong stop," Practical Joker replied and I laughed some more.
As we approached my stop at Duboce Park, HRF said, "Let's get off here" and whispered something to his Andre-drinking friends. They got off and across the street before me and then I realized why they got off early. They were all lined up peeing on the construction fence. It's one of the many historical uses of the Park that made Harvey Milk famous.
"Hey HRF (I used his real name since they kept saying it on the bus), you're pissing in my park!" He mumbled something unintelligible and I left him there.
2008 started off pretty great, with the most fun bus ride I'd taken in years. In an effort to make it easier for people not to drive, there's free MUNI service all night on New Year's Eve. This means the busses are full of drunk party-goers. Teens drinking 40's on the outbound, already drunk adults drinking Andre on the inbound.
About a half hour into the new year, after freezing our asses off for 15 minutes,
smallstages and I got on an N. It was pretty empty but a couple of stops later a group of ten drunks got on. Luckily they were happy, friendly drunks who kept standing up to wish everyone a happy new year. Some were American, some had Irish accents, one claimed to be a member of the Hawaiian royal family. Incredibly, during the entire 20 minutes ride, not one said anything racist, sexist or homophobic, which may be a public transit record for drunk people.Anyways, when they got on, they were discussing where to get off, finally deciding on the stop after mine. That's why I knew something was up when one of them got up and started saying, "Oh shit, this is our stop! Hurry! Get off!" when we were still a couple of miles away. He shooed everyone in his group off except for one couple who either were too busy feeling each other up to respond or sober enough to know where they were. He, of course, didn't get off and just started laughing as the other 6-7 friends realized they weren't where they were supposed to be and tried to get back on. One woman managed to twist her torso back in the front door before the door half-closed on her, making those loud door-not-closing buzzer sounds. She jumped back outside when the door released her, the doors reclosed and we were on our way.
I reflected on the fact that I was really glad I wasn't a MUNI driver on New Year's.
"I can't believe they fell for that!" he said to his remaining friends. They laughed. We all laughed. Everyone laughed except for the well-dressed people talking on their cell phones and pretending to ignore everyone else.
As if we were in a play, a couple of blocks later, the "Hawaiian Royal Family" guy reappeared. How did he get back on the bus I wondered?
"How did you get back on the bus?" the practical joker asked.
"What do you mean? Where did everyone else go?" HRF responded. He had been talking to some woman in the back of the bus and hadn't seen any of the con or struggle to reenter the bus. He claimed that he could see her future and that it was brighter than anyone else's on the entire bus.
"Ah, they got off at the wrong stop," Practical Joker replied and I laughed some more.
As we approached my stop at Duboce Park, HRF said, "Let's get off here" and whispered something to his Andre-drinking friends. They got off and across the street before me and then I realized why they got off early. They were all lined up peeing on the construction fence. It's one of the many historical uses of the Park that made Harvey Milk famous.
"Hey HRF (I used his real name since they kept saying it on the bus), you're pissing in my park!" He mumbled something unintelligible and I left him there.
