I was taking a crap a week or so back (sorry) and reading the almanac in my bathroom. I discovered that a Phish concert in some swamp in Florida was one of the top five grossing concerts in America in 2001. I pondered standing in a swamp with 50,000 smelly, stoned hippie wannabes listening to Phish and decided that it might be as close as I’d ever come to hell…
Tonight when I was out doing my errands, I pondered standing in the middle of a South of Market or Castro Street dance floor during Identity Politics Weekend, surrounded by thousands of virtually identical men in virtually identical white tank tops (and virtually identical stages of chemical meltdown), and I realized this just might give the Phish concert a run for its money…
By the time I got home, I was very relieved that (a) I don’t believe in hell, and (b) I’ll be in Fresno on the weekend of the 28th…
I think this is as much of a “pride” rant as I’ll bother with this year…
