The party… the final chapter… in which I meet a flying dog and was accidentally a racist…


That’s me. I’m drunk. I am also waiting for a slice of pizza. It’s late at night, and the night still isn’t over.


That’s Big Johnny, the person who was responsible for me being there… both at that pizza place specifically, and in the Bay Area in general.


Assuming that you have been following along with the other posts in this series, you know that there was a big party celebrating John’s birthday, down in Oakland, at a warehouse that makes beer. After everyone else went home, Johnny, and that guy on the right, a friend of John’s whom I had just met, decided to Uber to a bar in nearby Alameda. It was my very first Uber ride ever. I am not sure if I am supposed to use the name of my new friend, but I loved that guy!


yeah… more beer… like I hadn’t already had enough.


Also, we showed up smack-dab in the middle of ‘zombie crawl’, where a bunch of people dressed as the undead were going from bar to bar.


I can’t read that sign, and I can’t remember what the bar was called, but we had fun.


We had a lot of fun. In fact, we had so much fun that there were two photos that Johnny asked me not to put here. He doesn’t look like he is having fun, but that is a look of momentary shame. HA!


You thought I was kidding about the flying dog, but that dog clearly has wings, and I met him… so…


The night drew to a close, as nights will.


We reminisced about the good times, getting older, life in general, and drinking too much, specifically.


After some pizza slices, a fiasco at a a German bar, and another Uber ride, Big Johnny and I were on BART… that’s: Bay Area Rapid Transit… and on our way home… and this is where I was accidentally a racist…


After Johnny got off the train to transfer to the San Francisco line, this group of young African American guys got on the train. There was something about the way they moved… like cats, or like a trained combat unit… and scoped out the car like they were sizing us all up… that made me take notice. And then they pulled out a boombox and put on a dance show that blew our minds. I mean, they all seemed to be double-jointed, and they did stuff that I can’t explain. I wish I got the camera back out faster.

Hey, I am not proud of my momentary nervousness, but I am honest about it.


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95 Responses to The party… the final chapter… in which I meet a flying dog and was accidentally a racist…

  1. Christopher says:

    I was expecting you to have had Flying Dog Ale at some point during the evening, but an actual flying dog is even better.

  2. Oh, and wouldn’t you have had the same reaction if it was a group of white youths?

  3. So I think I know what’s going on in the photos big Johnny didn’t want posting…

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