Last day in San Francisco and I was finally starting to relax. Nobody had tugged on my arm to ask me to do something (except for the homeless people outside the hotel who wanted my spare change. Huh. I guess that's not much different than at home).
I guess I was feeling a little bit uninhibited as we were waiting for the elevator in the hotel to go get some breakfast. We'd watched WAAYYY too many Michael Jackson music videos. I started singing "Beat It" and doing my Michael Jackson dance pop and lock, hipping and hopping. I was too caught up in my own performance (which, in my own little mind, was amazing) that I didn't hear the elevator door open. I turned to a captive audience who were looking at me, wide eyed. Some were giggling.
What puzzled me is that two blocks away, there were thousands of men dressed in drag. Downstairs in the lobby you could find men in suits wearing plastic rainbow necklaces. On the street outside the hotel I had seen men and women sporting fairy wings, Indian headresses, different colored mohawks, and fishnet stockings.
And these people were staring at me like I was a freak?
There was really only one thing to do at this point. Moonwalk out of their eyesight.
And so I did. I tripped.
I guess I was feeling a little bit uninhibited as we were waiting for the elevator in the hotel to go get some breakfast. We'd watched WAAYYY too many Michael Jackson music videos. I started singing "Beat It" and doing my Michael Jackson dance pop and lock, hipping and hopping. I was too caught up in my own performance (which, in my own little mind, was amazing) that I didn't hear the elevator door open. I turned to a captive audience who were looking at me, wide eyed. Some were giggling.
What puzzled me is that two blocks away, there were thousands of men dressed in drag. Downstairs in the lobby you could find men in suits wearing plastic rainbow necklaces. On the street outside the hotel I had seen men and women sporting fairy wings, Indian headresses, different colored mohawks, and fishnet stockings.
And these people were staring at me like I was a freak?
There was really only one thing to do at this point. Moonwalk out of their eyesight.
And so I did. I tripped.
I love your SF stories--totally cracking up that you tripped while moonwalking. How fun that you and Scott got to go! I LOVE SF.
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ReplyDeletewe would be the best of friend if you lived here, or I lived there. People look at me like I'm a freak too, I sing in the car at the top of my lungs, and I dance "to myself" all the time.
ReplyDeleteOh absolutely you fancinate me! But I am talking about all those hoodlums that are withholding pictures and glimpses into their private life. Out of the 30 blogs I read only about 3 have given me regular postings. Bunch of bums.
ReplyDeleteOn to your post, at least the onlookers didn't join in and harmonize with you. I had a guy at walgreens totally break into my solo.
I love all three parts of your SF trip. You give much more info than Mr. Taylor. Next time you go traveling give me a jingle, between the four of us girls we have all sorts of hair products in 3 ounce bottles! That is the perk of having a grandchild (soon to be two) live across the country.
ReplyDeleteThat's just good, clean entertainment, people.
ReplyDeleteThese updates are keeping me in stitches!
ReplyDeleteOh Nancy, you should write a book. You have such a good sense of humor. I love reading your takes on life. Tee Hee
ReplyDeleteYou are funny!
ReplyDeleteI am proud to have the strangest mom (you) in the world, I just have to say that. After my friends meet you, they tell me how much it explains about me. I wonder if I should be alarmed by that..... Of course, they also tell me that you rock, so...
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