Huge Holiday Weekend

I went home to the East Coast for week to be with the folks and endure negative 0 degree weather.
I came back in time for a busy busy weekend in SF.
Thursday was a blur of holiday parties and full moon wackiness. Passed up two airports because i can't accept credit cards. After missing the second one i picked up three young Indian guys trying to make LA flight out of Oakland and made it with few minutes to spare. An older woman complained that my driving was like being trapped in some hyper video game. Took some drunk office worker to SSF and she didn't have enough money so she gave me her Peets coffee card.
At St. Regis got another drunk party casualty going all the way to Vallejo. It ended up being a lucrative night.
Friday was fucked because i had to wait 4 hours just to get a cab and its cold as Poughkeepsie. Again, a ton of shoppers and holiday party people. A guy from London gave me a British cig that came from a pack costing him ten dollars. Another guy told me he's worked with Regis Philbin and what a bastard.
Saturday was wild. There were people dressed as Santa drinking heavily and soiling their suits all over. I saw at least 200 of them at church and market letting out a long, loud collective "hooooooooooo....." Later i had bike messenger girl who told me they would do battle with a bunch of clowns at post and market in a Fight Club themed drunken clash. It rained all night , making it hard to see with my streaked windshield. People were overtipping me left and right.
I made lots of money and my left arm was always wet.
Sunday sucked as usual. i worked it and made my quota in 6 hours and now i'm packing for Tahoe. later.