World Cup kicked my ass

By now, I should be one of World Cup's biggest fans and going bonkers every four years. If you know me, you know that I love anything Latin from the music, the food, the art, THE MEN and anything else in it's culture. It's just beautiful to me, but seriously, it's like loving them from afar. I've never seen a single World Cup game my whole life until this year, and I don't even know any Spanish beyond, "hola, como estas". Please forgive me.


Going into the whole World Cup craziness, all I knew was that there were boys, booze, parties, food, and um ...... boys. I was sold! This past Sunday were the finals at Dolores Park and it was amazing. I guess I could lie and say I watched the whole game, but really, I just stuffed my face, spoiled my liver and took pictures.

Our view from "Gay Terrace". It had to be at least 80 degrees out there!

















The MASS of people supporting Italy or France














Only in the Mission will you see this many bikes















Kaheem came through and hung out with us
















Bumped into my old friend Greg who added even more gayness to our "gay terrace". He fed us with pretty cheeses and breads and sparkling water and the puff puff pass. A superb host!

Clark. He's crazy.



































WINNERS!






















After the game, we went and met up with the ABC Crew sans eDONe, to say hello and give Alicia and Patty Cakes a chance to do whatever it is they do. Nerds.


















Sweaty, sticky and drunk by noon, we went back to my spot and changed, then headed right back out for some ...
















The best food is the kind that looks like a penguin served it to you















... and this is how we ended our day of victory, followed by two or three more. YUMMY!

*PLEASE NOTE* Do not make any phone calls to anyone of importance when you've had this much "fun". You're only going to embarress yourself like, I ummm, did.



HC