Walking to the bus station past the 16th and Mission train station, tons of people and a lot of weird stuff going on, but I notice that on the subway exit all of the parts that would normally be chainlink fence are this pretty network in different colors, like a sculpture with birds instead of screens.
I gesture to the screens, which have lots of people sitting around near them, and say "I like all the colored-"
"FOLK?" Brandy guesses, loudly.
We end up trying to go to the bathroom in the Sundance movie theater, and an African- American man with a lovely African accent is standing next to the escalators in all his Sundance regalia. We ask if it's okay if we go in without a ticket, he says no jokingly. We smile, start up the escalator and I say "hey, look at my shirt!" (I'm wearing my "I got the clap at Sundance" shirt, but I just really want to point out that I had no intention of showing up at a Sundance theater, yet here's my coincidentally matching shirt!) He has trouble reading it, because yeah- my chest must sort of warp the words, so he takes a minute to respond, looks up at us sort of inquisitively, and Brandy yells "She was just trying to show you her boobies!"
Later on the bus, Brandy was sort of verbally entertaining herself and for some reason turns to me: "HAIRY AREOLAS!... I've never said that before! SAY IT!"
Earlier we had watched this weird video by Die Antwoord, the Ninja one with the primordial dwarf in it. He wears a creepy hood and his face is sort of deformed, but we were talking about how much we loved primordial dwarves (just because it's sad they rarely make it past about ten years old).
Brandy puts her hood on in a dark corner and I tell her she looks sort of creepy.
"Do I look like a guy with primordial midgetry?"
I dunno, the word midgetry is just so far from dwarfism I laughed for a long time. I never promised these would be funny to anyone but me!
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