All the stumbling drunks of San Francisco | By Mark Morford

[madokie]

It’s like you can’t walk out the front door of your SF flat on a fine, frolicky Bay to Breakers Sunday and not see a dozen wasted, festering kids weeping on the sidewalk, stumbling into parked cars, breaking beer bottles, vomiting into their tassels or bleeding all over their glitter wigs, unsure where they are or how they ever ended up in a giant, furry sparklepig costume in the first place.

It’s like you can’t make it past about 2:00PM on day of same without having to actively avoid multiple knots of belching frat guys, lurching tech bros and swivel-headed party girls, all banging into the each other like bumper cars and screaming down the street at someone they think they sort of know.

Still just as true as ever: What starts out as a fun n’ freaky footrace celebrating SF’s famously free spirit devolves shockingly quickly into a lurching, bombed-out vomitorium of wildly uninteresting twentysomethings staggering drunkenly through the streets, making an easy mockery of the event, the City, themselves.

Fun! But not really.

http://blog.sfgate.com/morford/2014/05/20/all-the-stumbling-drunks-of-san-francisco/

[genwah]

1. Really, Mark? Yes, you sound curmudgeonly. The B2B's target demo isn't

"Millennials", nor do they all have Twitter stock that may have dropped a few points. Yes, The City is once again being "gentrified" by enough money to turn us into a gentrified Disneyland, but that's a fight for another day. Sorry you got old, and all, but gentrification and booze are different battles. Actually, you sound like a member of the Ladies Christian Temperance Union, and the last time they won the booze fight, crime got a lot more organized.

I miss Caen, McCabe, Hoppe...