Thank God there were no fiascos that day. No protesters showed up…only supporters. It was a glorious, beautiful day in San Francisco cause “God loves gays”!
“All for love”…of course!!!!
She made me smile from ear to ear!
These handsome grooms were departing as we arrived…
Someone tell me what the 12 Galaxies guy is about.
What can you say? Hot!
Last year I did not make it to a single film during the film fest. I was enthralled in a very unhealthy relationship which took up most of my time and energy. Let’s not go there right now. So…this year I vowed to make up for missed films! I pre purchased several tickets and was looking forward to seeing some great films.
For many years I have been going to the film fest and every year the films get better.
The first film “When I knew” was starting at 5 at the Castro theater. I figured if I got my ass out of the house by 4 and was lucky with the MUNI (yeah right) I could get there in time for the show. So I wait for the 27 and it arrives in 5 minutes! What a fucking miracle!
I get off the 27 at Bryant and 16th. The little electronic sign on the bus stop claims that the 33 is arriving in “14 minutes”…..well…”thats not bad”, I think. I wait patiently all the while looking forward to this documentary about when people first had the realization that they were gay/lesbian. The sign reads “5 minutes”, then “1 minute” then “arriving”. I eagerly look for the 33 to arrive. Nothing. I look at the electronic sign with confusion. It now reads “next bus in 14 minutes”. WTF??????? where is the fucking 33?
I wait…now very nervously counting down the minutes. I know that i will be cutting it very close. These films sell out, the theater gets packed….what to do? I wait. The sign reads “8 minutes” then “5 minutes” then “arriving”. I think “OK..I can still make it..I really want to see this film…hell, in the time I have waited I could have walked to the fucking Castro theater…hell, In the time I’ve waited i could have made my own documentary film!!”. The sign reads “arriving”. I’m relieved. I keep looking for the bus. No bus. I hesitantly look up at the sign and it now reads “next bus in 18 minutes”. ARGH!!!! Fucking MUNI!!!!! I wish typhooons, earthquakes and tsunamis upon you and those who run and operate you…you fucking MUNI you.
I hail a cab and make it to the theater by 5:00.
The film was incredible…one of the best I have ever seen during the film fest. I have been going for at least 12 years.
and for MUNI….fuck you!
www.wheniknew.com
