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bigmacbear) wrote2024-10-19 11:59 pm
bigmacbear) wrote2024-10-19 11:59 pm
Bearrison Street Fair Trip, Day 3 of 4
SATURDAY
Woke up about ten to six to pee, and again about seven to sit on the toilet. I returned to bed to find Gary surfing the net so I joined him, wrapping up about eight to attempt to sleep. I actually snoozed a bit longer before my alarm went off at nine. We went to Zevi's Cafe next to the hotel for breakfast; Gary had French toast with lemonade, and I had scrambled eggs with veggies and gyros meat mixed in, a side of bacon, and a latte.
From breakfast we walked to the BART station at Powell Street, entered at 5th Street, topped up our Clipper cards, and exited at 4th Street headed for Target. As we left the station, my back started acting up, so we concluded our shopping quickly and returned to the room to rest. We'd planned to stop by Mr. S Leather on the way to the fair, so we just delayed our departure for an hour and left about one.
When we arrived at Mr. S, I was looking for a leather baseball cap and a lightweight leather shirt/jacket; unfortunately, they didn't carry that style of hat in leather (just Muir caps, the Civil War look, and the folding military style) and the perforated leather shirt I liked was $500. We chose souvenir T-shirts instead, Gary in blue print and me in yellow, both on black shirts. The cashier was pretty much completely naked but for a nose ring and shoes; he had interesting ink across his chest.
From the store we walked down Harrison Street till we reached the fair entrance at 10th Street. I showed the volunteers my email receipt and we were directed to the merchandise booth: "all the way to the red light, then left." As it happened, those directions led us to the beverage booth, but we figured it out and soon had our wristbands. That settled, we checked out the artwork on the block between 11th and 12th by the Eagle before returning to the Bear Lounge. We'd been seated there a while when Jon and Carl stopped by, having watched the deadlifting contest that concluded at two. We left shortly afterwards to watch the wrestling matches with theatrics worthy of WWE. About half past two we returned to the lounge to sit in the shade, and on the way I spotted Sister Shiso Panda from the Portland Sisters and we had a brief chat. We came back for the next phase of deadlifting at three. We watched the first two rounds, then walked over to the Eagle for drinks and people watching. I purchased an SF Eagle T-shirt with a boot print on it because it looked nice on the mannequin atop the bar.
Just after four we walked up 11th Street to Folsom and stopped by Eat Sushi for dinner. We split three maki rolls which were all tasty. Over dinner, Gary decided he'd had enough visual stimulation for the day, and we agreed to split up for the evening, with Gary returning to the hotel while I explored the fair on my own. After a bit of confusion over the bus reroute Gary decided to call Lyft for the trip back. I saw Gary off at the corner of Folsom and 11th, then returned to the Bear Lounge which was still busy with dancing until the fair ended at six.
From there I headed for the Lone Star Saloon. It was slow in the bar proper but getting busy on the patio. I managed to squeeze into a space on the back bench, where I met a fellow from New Orleans whose T-shirt (with a New Orleans hash tag on the back) I'd noticed in the Bear Lounge along with his friend's (with a fleur-de-lis substituted for the letter T on the front). The first fellow's name was Tom and his friend who I met later was Scott. After a while I needed to pee, so I waited for the trough urinal to clear and followed two younger dudes who, it turned out, weren't using the room for the same purpose. I finished my business and left them at theirs. I next had a conversation with one of the Portland Sisters, Sister Marmalaid (she wore a pin with her name spelled out in bright sparkly letters).
On my next bathroom trip I was greeted by Fant, a hot dude originally from Portugal who had been following me on Facebook for a while but who I hadn't yet met in person. The nickname is short for Fantom (Portuguese spelling of Phantom) which he'd gone by since childhood; it has nothing to do with Noah Fant from the Seahawks. Fant had been living in San Francisco for a long while, spent some time living in London, then moved to central New Jersey. When we returned to the patio he introduced me to his friend Charlie, a seventy-something bear, and we chatted for a while. In the middle of our conversation, Robert, the Asian cub Gary and I had met at Beareoke, stopped by to say hi.
I sat at the bar for a bit to say hi to Charlie the bartender, and met his colleague Shane while Charlie was occupied at the other end of the bar. I snapped a group picture of Charlie, Shane, and the barback behind the bar and sent it to Charlie via Messenger. Fant came over to the bar and hung out with Charlie and me, explaining that he and his friend were headed for dinner. Benny (Sister Shiso's alter ego) arrived shortly after that. A cute dark-haired cub named Freddy stopped by who was apparently also quite smitten with me. Later I went back to the patio, where I met a hot bear named David who was chatting with a blond dude about Linux and gaming PCs. Shortly after that I met the winner of the Best Beard contest, Matt, who looked very nice in his Smokey Bear T-shirt. While I was chatting with Matt, Fant returned on his own as Charlie, like Gary, had gone back to the hotel after dinner. I ended up having amazing make-out sessions with both Fant and Freddy before it was time to go.
I called a Lyft back to the hotel just before eleven. The driver had some relaxing jazz music on which I appreciated. Gary was already asleep when I arrived. I had some tea and Chex Mix before going to bed about 11:30.
Woke up about ten to six to pee, and again about seven to sit on the toilet. I returned to bed to find Gary surfing the net so I joined him, wrapping up about eight to attempt to sleep. I actually snoozed a bit longer before my alarm went off at nine. We went to Zevi's Cafe next to the hotel for breakfast; Gary had French toast with lemonade, and I had scrambled eggs with veggies and gyros meat mixed in, a side of bacon, and a latte.
From breakfast we walked to the BART station at Powell Street, entered at 5th Street, topped up our Clipper cards, and exited at 4th Street headed for Target. As we left the station, my back started acting up, so we concluded our shopping quickly and returned to the room to rest. We'd planned to stop by Mr. S Leather on the way to the fair, so we just delayed our departure for an hour and left about one.
When we arrived at Mr. S, I was looking for a leather baseball cap and a lightweight leather shirt/jacket; unfortunately, they didn't carry that style of hat in leather (just Muir caps, the Civil War look, and the folding military style) and the perforated leather shirt I liked was $500. We chose souvenir T-shirts instead, Gary in blue print and me in yellow, both on black shirts. The cashier was pretty much completely naked but for a nose ring and shoes; he had interesting ink across his chest.
From the store we walked down Harrison Street till we reached the fair entrance at 10th Street. I showed the volunteers my email receipt and we were directed to the merchandise booth: "all the way to the red light, then left." As it happened, those directions led us to the beverage booth, but we figured it out and soon had our wristbands. That settled, we checked out the artwork on the block between 11th and 12th by the Eagle before returning to the Bear Lounge. We'd been seated there a while when Jon and Carl stopped by, having watched the deadlifting contest that concluded at two. We left shortly afterwards to watch the wrestling matches with theatrics worthy of WWE. About half past two we returned to the lounge to sit in the shade, and on the way I spotted Sister Shiso Panda from the Portland Sisters and we had a brief chat. We came back for the next phase of deadlifting at three. We watched the first two rounds, then walked over to the Eagle for drinks and people watching. I purchased an SF Eagle T-shirt with a boot print on it because it looked nice on the mannequin atop the bar.
Just after four we walked up 11th Street to Folsom and stopped by Eat Sushi for dinner. We split three maki rolls which were all tasty. Over dinner, Gary decided he'd had enough visual stimulation for the day, and we agreed to split up for the evening, with Gary returning to the hotel while I explored the fair on my own. After a bit of confusion over the bus reroute Gary decided to call Lyft for the trip back. I saw Gary off at the corner of Folsom and 11th, then returned to the Bear Lounge which was still busy with dancing until the fair ended at six.
From there I headed for the Lone Star Saloon. It was slow in the bar proper but getting busy on the patio. I managed to squeeze into a space on the back bench, where I met a fellow from New Orleans whose T-shirt (with a New Orleans hash tag on the back) I'd noticed in the Bear Lounge along with his friend's (with a fleur-de-lis substituted for the letter T on the front). The first fellow's name was Tom and his friend who I met later was Scott. After a while I needed to pee, so I waited for the trough urinal to clear and followed two younger dudes who, it turned out, weren't using the room for the same purpose. I finished my business and left them at theirs. I next had a conversation with one of the Portland Sisters, Sister Marmalaid (she wore a pin with her name spelled out in bright sparkly letters).
On my next bathroom trip I was greeted by Fant, a hot dude originally from Portugal who had been following me on Facebook for a while but who I hadn't yet met in person. The nickname is short for Fantom (Portuguese spelling of Phantom) which he'd gone by since childhood; it has nothing to do with Noah Fant from the Seahawks. Fant had been living in San Francisco for a long while, spent some time living in London, then moved to central New Jersey. When we returned to the patio he introduced me to his friend Charlie, a seventy-something bear, and we chatted for a while. In the middle of our conversation, Robert, the Asian cub Gary and I had met at Beareoke, stopped by to say hi.
I sat at the bar for a bit to say hi to Charlie the bartender, and met his colleague Shane while Charlie was occupied at the other end of the bar. I snapped a group picture of Charlie, Shane, and the barback behind the bar and sent it to Charlie via Messenger. Fant came over to the bar and hung out with Charlie and me, explaining that he and his friend were headed for dinner. Benny (Sister Shiso's alter ego) arrived shortly after that. A cute dark-haired cub named Freddy stopped by who was apparently also quite smitten with me. Later I went back to the patio, where I met a hot bear named David who was chatting with a blond dude about Linux and gaming PCs. Shortly after that I met the winner of the Best Beard contest, Matt, who looked very nice in his Smokey Bear T-shirt. While I was chatting with Matt, Fant returned on his own as Charlie, like Gary, had gone back to the hotel after dinner. I ended up having amazing make-out sessions with both Fant and Freddy before it was time to go.
I called a Lyft back to the hotel just before eleven. The driver had some relaxing jazz music on which I appreciated. Gary was already asleep when I arrived. I had some tea and Chex Mix before going to bed about 11:30.