I normally don’t pay much attention to Halloween although I suppose when Max gets older it will be more interesting. However, this year Halloween took on a whole different kind of freakshow. I happened to be in San Francisco for some business meetings last Friday and pretty quickly regretted the decision. A perfect storm of a Giants victory parade, rain, a bikers convention (10,000 of them apparently) and Halloween meant that Market St turned into a zoo. By 7:30am there were already people lining up for the parade, booze was flowing and the punch fights had already started.
Downtown San Francisco turned into a bizarre spectacle as the usual orange and black jack-o-lantern hues of Halloween were eerily amplified by the bright orange blaze of giant fans. Probably 1/3 people I saw walking down the street was wearing something orange in solidarity. Indispersed between the baseball caps and jerseys were creepy ghosts, ghouls, zombies and the occasional Dracula. It was almost as though the underworld had crawled out to feast on some kind of orange-hued human plankton.
The undead grazing on hapless baseball fans.
‘Frisco is alternative at the best of times. At the worst of times it rapidly turns into an bizarre, ugly and dark place. To wear a Dodgers cap would have been as suicidal as swimming across a pond infested by salt water crocodiles, with the guarantee that some green-haired monster with a third eyeball in the middle of its forehead would devour any uneated strips of flesh left behind to rot.
Had the San Andreas Fault decided to let one rip, I doubt Hollywood could have conjured a more realistic – and supernatural – end of days.