Saint Patricks Day

San FranPatricks day has not been on a Friday in 7 years. On the holiday when it was on a weekday it became a sordid lunchbreak that turned into a raucous suits and suds melee. Or something like that. But tonight is a friday. And its not raining and an 8k pharmicist convention is coming into town. First fare is lady hanging out another cab in opposite direction on Cezar Chavez and s.v.n. He was trying to take her to Evans st. to his cab compound for it was the end of his shift and he had to have his cab back and he tried to pass her off to one of his company brothers and she was having nothing of it because she was born here and her moms from NY and what the fuck i need a cab in the right direction and she yells at me with arms flailing out of only a half lowered window. I pull into el cheapo gas station and soon i am swept up into a sexy drunk unhappy loftwifes intentions of having a good st. paddies day (she's an eigth irish.) we need to pick up her friend and would i like a guiness? aw c'mon have a beer. you can have a beer. its the start of my shift, i protest. YEAH, first one, CHEERS. She likes me and offers me pot and cocaine. I defer. I get her short story, twice. Her friend is interested too and soon enough i am dropping them off at Shanghai Kellys and shes begging me to go in for a drink. I cannot and with 20 bucks in hand i search for my next asses. Three EU'ers going to the Hilton. The hotel doorman has a line back into the foyer and i have a ride to Fishermans Wharf, where i greet some tired country folk from farm in Monterey. The kids were especially impressed with the ride on Jones st from columbus to o'farrell. ON and ON it went, a mix of tourists and green hatted sloshkies, going from one side of Russian Hill to the other and over to the front side of Tendernob. I got gladhanded and invited to partake and participate with 4 different female fares. I survived 3 possible puker rides. I got every imaginable thing yelled at me. I got taunted and provoked, cursed at and gestured towards, glared at and leered on, swerved at and swerved from to avoid, confounded and profounded, and sured and not sured. I made less than new years and halloween, but not more than valentines. I'm glad i didn't get run into and thats worth the 10% less i made because people were so drunk they made for inefficient passengers. Scene: two guys snoring as their buddy took forever to get a bottle form a bodega 4 minutes before 2.

March 4

Its been a while since i've posted. I moved from Lower HAIGHT to Mclaren park and its been tough moving and finally getting DSL. No excuses though, laziness pervades the soles of my feet.

Last night was busy. 7000 dermatoligists in town for a convention. They tip for shit, especially the foreigners. Exact change from 5 straight fares, that hadn't happened in my 9 years driving. After getting 2 slices from Arnells on Valencia, a very cute girl from Montreal gets in and we talk it up all the way to the Triton. She is asking me lots of personal questions and laughs at my lame jokes. As she gets out she tells me to watch out for the Dermos and i say for her, as well , to watch out for them and i notice a large zit on her chin and i hope she didn't misunderstand me.
Over a thousand fratters and such were racing in an urban dogsled drink fest, groups of 6 or 7 costumed fools pulling shopping carts laden with alcohol all through the city. I had 4 fares of these people and they were all wasted and wanting to drive their cars out of parking garages.
Didn't get to stop by the Mesh party at Rickshaw but in my few drive-bys it looked like a good crowd. Hot chicks read Mesh. Anyway, another big storm is blowing in and i'm skipping work today to get up to South Lake for some powwow and cardiovascular wowwop. so next week i'm back and i'll tell all the juicy details of the stinky, dirty cab.