(Hard to believe that June is almost over, ‘cause this month just sped by SO fast, man. Sometimes it seems like we just got-off the Magic Bus….sooo groovy. Obviously a vehicle of some fun-loving cosmic gods & goddesses (complete with its very own bubbles!), the bus “floated” wannabe hippie tripsters down Haight Street and grooved about the Haight /Ashbury district. (379 amazing people have now read my late May TripAdvisor review as of 6/26. Thank you!) I’m still having “flashbacks” of our tribal guide Gaia. She’s totally beautiful and far-out. Then Father’s Day arrived but seemed like a mere cosmic blip it passed by so quickly.)
I had my FABULOUS tie-dye attire ready for weeks before the biggest hippie event of the season. I also assembled an awesome stash of groovy goodies for the old man to consider wearing for the BIG DAY. You know what I’m talking about, right? The 2014 Haight/Ashbury Street Fair, of course!! I mean, what else could it be? (Ringo is NEXT month and I’m countin’ the days.) Every June I hold a dress rehearsal to make sure that I’ve assembled trippy hippie attire that will stop fairgoers in their Birkenstocks, flip-flops or whatever.
I pulled-out all the stops, man, and could hardly wait to party-on- down Haight Street.
Good karma was with us as we easily found a parking space for the Mini Cooper. Apparently, just having the wind-up parking angel in my purse was enough to guarantee us a primo parking spot – we parked very close to this location the previous year. You know what they say: “location, location, location.” (No, I’m NOT gonna provide even a wee hint of this location. The parking angel could be fickle.) The hubby and I walked a couple of blocks to Haight Street and found ourselves closest to Stanyan Street at the edge of Golden Gate Park. A temporary performance stage was situated there and also at the other end of the festivities at Haight and Masonic Avenue.
The music was pumping, and after a necessary visit to the “portaloo” we began to seriously strut our stuff. Then from out of the not-so-colorfully dressed crowd (again!) appeared what I first thought was a mirage. (It was another strange, sunny, HOT day in San Francisco.) But far-out, these two were NOT a mirage at all! I mean, these were two hippie types that appeared to have doused themselves in vats of tie-dye colors before they came to the Fair. Good job I was wearing groovy shades that cut down the glare from the neon colors.
The duo quickly spotted us, waved excitedly, and we soon resembled a scene straight out of a low-budget b-movie where Kumbaya folks race to embrace each other in a state of absolute, utter bliss. (A wee bit over the top, huh? This IS the Laugh Laundry, people!) Then it happened: The sun hit us with full force and the four of us literally created (gasp) a tie-dye tsunami. (Never heard of this phenomenon before, huh?) As we walked together in total tie-dye harmony down a very crowded Haight Street, we mysteriously “sucked” the color right off many a fairgoers tie-dye shirt. I know we were as surprised as you are.
Our newly -found, funky couple was making their very first visit to the Haight/Ashbury Street Fair. About time they traveled up from the South Bay to make an appearance! The hubby and I have been carrying the tie-dye torch for years now. We can’t continue to be the only photo op. Time for another couple to step-up and act as International Hippie Ambassadors, and pose for the endless round of photos. I guess my old man and I are rather famous: This couple told us that fair visitors thought they were us! Observant fairgoers would have noted that this guy was not wearing the turtle hat that my hubby always has perched on his head!
Speaking of photo ops, it felt like the Fair was peppered with paparazzi: Frenzied fairgoers swirled around us with a gazillion cameras clicking. We could not move an inch without excited people asking if they could take our photo. We were used to this –if you can get used to this, that is. But the newbies from the South Bay were obviously feeling the pressure. YOU try smiling for a gazillion photo-devise wielding folks and see how you do. When we spotted our Deadhead friend Annie on the opposite side of the street we parted company saying we would meet again later. When we last saw Annie she was selling her hand-crafted earrings to get some bread (money) for her upcoming trip to England. She would soon be on her way to a Rolling Stones concert in London and to immerse herself in the English culture of her British born grandmother.
She had a jolly good time and proudly posed in a smashing jacket she bought on her holiday. We saw some interesting folks like Captain Rainbow, Interstellar Superhero (his card identifies him as “Neptunius”: 512-415-6619. His Facebook page is also Neptunius. He handed me some rainbow stickers, man. We even had an encounter with a handsome fellow who told us he was Merlin! I don’t know, could be. He sure looked the part. He willingly posed for photos with me and the old man.
We willingly posed for a gazillion more photos with visitors from across the globe. I mean, the tourists looked so happy to see us we were quite pleased to oblige. A man from Madrid, Spain asked me “How do you do it?” I replied, “How do I do what?” He wanted to know how I put outfits together that brought people such joy. What a complement! And that is exactly why I do what I do.
After a blissful repeat visit to “The Love of Ganesha,” we stopped for a light lunch as we slowly made our way back to where we first entered the Fair. (Oh, and I heard some fab music I thought was being played from a loudspeaker Not! They were live. I knew the music was from “It’s a Beautiful Day.” This was a famous San Francisco 60’s band who recorded the amazing song “White Bird.”) Leaning against a fence were the newbies from the South Bay. It was sooo exhausting for them to smile almost non-stop for camera toting tourists, they had to stop and “relax” in a couple of Haight Street watering holes.
They were well-watered by the time we arrived and feeling groovy. The couple had not seen their 20 year old son in over 2 ½ hours. What… They had a son? Oh yeah, he was tall, blond and wearing a Viking horns hat.
Uh-huh. It was time for us to go home to Hayward. They might see us at Jerry Day in August. Uh-huh. Hope they got their kid back. See you next year at the Haight/Ashbury Street Fair.
Peace, love, joy, laughter & feeling groovy,