Alcohol Induced Random Acts of Social Interaction
It’s always an adventure when I get off of work at 2am. Mostly it’s like Mad Max coming home, battling with the drunks that are driving out of the city. A few months ago at about 3am I pulled up to the corner of 4th and Howard. I looked ahead to the front of the line and I saw a few car doors open and I thought, “great, there’s a fight”. I cracked my window a bit to try and hear what was going on. They weren’t fighting, they were dancing. That’s right, dancing in the street. Other people were pulling up to the light, getting out of their cars, and joining in. All of these people, coming from different clubs, going home (or wherever else) joining together in the street dancing together. I didn’t know whether or not to take a picture or join in. As soon as I went for the door handle, the light turned green, and everyone hopped in their cars and went different directions. It was wonderful.
Tonight on my way home as I pulled up to the light at 6th & Harrison, a guy in a white Montero vied to get my attention. Still on work-mode, I rolled down my window, figuring he wanted directions to another club or something. He yelled over, “hey, can you remember a number?”. I yelled back, “sure, why not?”. He replied, “408-407-9347”, and drove away. There was no “how are you doin’ tonight?” or even “what’s your name?”. Just “remember this…” and that was it. And since I have such a great memory, I’ll share it with you.