Hardly Strictly Old

Emmylou Harris - Hardly Strictly Bluegrass
Photo by Mark

We found this story via @noratmurphy. It’s a “musing from an 18 year old” after the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass concert in Golden Gate Park over the weekend. It’s one of those “this is so San Francisco moments where a series of bizarre little things happened on Muni, and everyone just takes it all in.

So, like, I was on the 71 Muni bus with my date Todd and this old lady gets on and stands in front of me cuz there’s no seats. So like I offered her mine. I said, “Do you want to sit down?” She was like, “I’m not that old.” Hella embarrassed! I had to giggle, I didn’t know what else to do. She was looking at her phone, then she said, “I’m laughing,” like, don’t worry about it.

…after a few stops some seats opened up and the old lady sat across from us. I mean I guess maybe I shouldn’t say old cuz she said she wasn’t but she had like hella gray hair and shit but she was wearing converse high-tops and purple tights and this kinda cool leather cuff with a picture of some chick stitched on it but I don’t know who it was.

Anyway, this kinda skeevy but kinda cool guy gets on and sits next to Todd and immediately starts asking people if they have a lighter. First the lady said no, then me and Todd. And then Todd says, “Oh, wait, I think I do.” He pulls this hella huge emergency kit out of his backpack and digs in and finds a lighter. The guy thanks him and lights up and pulls a puff off a glass pipe, trying to hide it behind Todd’s head! I couldn’t believe what was in this kit. Like, everything. I was dying, pulling everything out, Ace bandages, plastic syringes, everything! This kit weighed 10 pounds.

And then what happened was totally San Francisco and involves a flute of some kind, and a great photo of what transpired. Keep reading the story here.

Missed Connection at Muni Diaries Live

drink at the elbo room
Photo by Caitlin Burke

Hey Muni Diaries readers: Are you a burly, bearded man who was wearing plaid last Wednesday night at our open mic show at the Elbo Room? (I’m imagining at least 100 dudes with hands shot up in the air) If so, I have something for you.

Caught each other’s gaze at Muni Diaries – w4m – 27 (mission district)

I arrived late and found a spot near stage left. I turned around to talk to my friends and our eyes met for what seemed like 3 or 4 seconds.

You: burly, bearded, and beflanneled. Me: dark hair, dark eyes, and dark clothes.

I’ve seen you around and would like to know more. Can I buy you a drink?

Reader Jim tipped us off to this Missed Connection ad, and I couldn’t be more delighted. Ok, the description of our Juliet is a little vague, but I can add that she has excellent taste in blogs and spoken word events, as does our Romeo.

Flannel Guy, won’t you write her back?

Oh, and invite us to the wedding. You’re welcome.

p.s. Check out this Muni missed connection note. Wonder whatever happened to those two lovebirds.

Eric’s Short Ode to the N-Judah

1053 at 17th & Market
Photo by Lee Carlson

Before I get to the juicy details of who gets $50 from Google Places and Muni Diaries, take a second to check out Lee’s picture featured in this post. Pretty.

Today’s winning Google Places review goes to Eric, whose short ode to the N-Judah gets right to the point:

The N-Judah is one of the rare SF muni lines that offer fun games to play during your ride. In the mornings you can play “Try to find a seat that doesn’t have an sleeping elderly person next to you,” The evening commute also offers “Twister but with no support to grab on to but your neighbors ponytail. And can’t forget the late night game of “Stab wounds and lost wallets.”

Touche.

Eric wins $50 for his review, and you can too, by reviewing a Muni line on the SFMTA Google Places page. Our contest ends Sunday at 11:59 p.m. so get ready to write your review!

The 33-Stanyan doesn’t live by anyone’s schedule

Castro & 18th
Photo by Julian Walker

We still have $50 to give away each day through Sunday for the best Muni review on Google Places. Just log in, write your most entertaining review of a Muni line (simply write the line you’re reviewing in the title), and use the #MuniDiaries hashtag at the end. Learn more about our first-place winner, crowned at our reunion/open-mic earlier this week. Follow Google Places (@googlesf) to learn about other fun events like that one.

Today’s winning review was penned by Mike, who writes about the 33-Stanyan. Take it away, Mike:

Forget cheesy tour buses, let the 33-Stanyan be your guide to a real San Francisco experience. The journey starts at California and Arguello, whenever the bus chooses to grace you with its presence. Don’t bother checking the schedule. The 33 doesn’t live by anyone’s schedule. And whatever you do, don’t make the mistake of walking to Geary to check the NextBus sign. That move only guarantees that a conga-line of at least three 33s will pass you by before you even get to Clement.

I know, you may have heard tales of the mythical between-stops pickup happening on the 33. Unfortunately, current evidence is inconclusive, and do you really want to take that risk? It’s best to just be patient; the 33 is a finicky creature and will only make an appearance when the time is right. When that time comes, your tour begins.

Your friendly guide will take you on a winding route around the corner of Golden Gate Park, followed by a meandering journey through the Upper Haight. You’ll see it all as the bus traverses the neighborhood at just under the speed of walk. Watch the crazies come, watch the crazies go, watch the crazies do their crazy thing all around the bus. Hopefully the other senses are kept to a minimum, because feeling, smelling, or tasting any craziness could really ruin your day.

Feel free to make eye contact, if you please, and you’re sure to be immersed in a bizarre conversation that you’ll be able to regale your friends with later [on Muni Diaries, natch].

By the time the bus arrives at the iconic Haight-Ashbury corner to begin its climb up the hill, most of the crazies have departed, leaving only those in for the long-haul. Those who got off, though, are missing out on the best part. Up here, at the peak of the 33’s route, where Clayton meets Market, this bus has the best view in all of Muni. Take it all in! (Don’t take a deep breath, though: Remember, this isn’t some crisp mountain peak; you’re still on Muni here.)

If you’re lucky, maybe the bus will come off the wires making that sharp corner, or maybe an inbound 33 will be stuck against the wall, giving you a few extra moments to savor the scenery. From here, it’s down the hill, through the Castro and into the Mission, picking up and losing the local denizens of each neighborhood along the way. Already, the crowd has morphed from hippies and crazies to mostly gay, and now you’ll find yourself surrounded by hipsters. Where else do you get to meet such a diverse mix of people on one bus ride?

What happens after the bus leaves the Mission? Well, I can’t give away the ending — you’ll have to ride it yourself and find out! OK, honestly, I’ve never made it past Potrero, but I like to imagine that the unexplored outbound terminus is where all the magic happens on the 33. There are probably unicorns and rainbows and perhaps at least a few leprechauns involved. Or maybe there’s a whole tribe of undiscovered crazies down there. Won’t you take a ride and let us know?

Good idea. Let us and Mike know what those last few blocks of the best tour bus in town are like. Thanks, Mike.

Read about upskirts and more from Thursday’s winner, ArchiJoey, who reviewed the 45-Union. Write your own review of a Muni line on Google Places, and you can win $50 tomorrow!

Upskirts and Other Muni Adventures on the 45-Union

45
Photo by Shanan

In the next four days, we have $50 to give away each day to the best Muni review on Google Places! Just log in, write your most entertaining review of a Muni line (simply write the line you’re reviewing in the title), and use the #MuniDiaries hashtag. So get your creative juices flowing. You can also follow Google Places (@googlesf) to see other fun events.

Today’s winner is “ArchiJoey,” whose review of the 45-Union includes upskirts, frontal (and back) nudity, and Fleet Week pilots. Just another day on the bus, right?

45 Union/Stockton: Gone are my days of trekking from SOMA to the Inner Richmond on an odd combo of buses that varied based on a complicated algorithm I perfected over 5 years. No, for the last two years I’ve been riding in style on the 45 Union Stockton, or as my 88-year-old grandma calls it the E-car (perhaps it was called this in a pre-WWII era). I say “in style” because I’m usually able to get a seat in the lounge area in the back of the bus with the I-Banker frat boys and Tory Burch bedecked Marina girls.

From there we have a good view at the poor souls who get on in North Beach and have to do the seat tango with the Chinatown grandmas. Though sometimes we have more risque amusement in the back lounge. Once I got a good eyeful of some full frontal and backal nudity of dude who stopped to take a poop on Stockton Street in rush hour traffic.

I have also met several interesting men on the 45. There were the pilots one Fleet Week who offered me twenty bucks to lift up my skirt, the drunk tourist from Chicago who violently fell from his seat as the bus started to lurch up Union Street and got to look up my skirt for free, and the perfect guy who was literally going to the airport to move away from the Bay Area.

But perhaps its greatest attribute is the intense feat of strength that the 45 performs numerous times every day. I honestly do not think that there is a bus that is designed to go up the Union Street Hill. I imagine a group of Muni engineers sitting around trying to devise a way to defy the laws of physics and get a bus over the hill and finally saying “F&*$ it, let’s try it out.” And f*$# all, it worked.

Some days it does slow to a tortoise like crawl as it squeaks up the hill and I silently chant “I think I can, I think I can,” and at least once a week it rolls backward a few yards and I think I’m going to die on the corner of Polk Street, but the driver always seems to get us moving upwards in just the nick of time. So 45 Union/Stockton, I thank you for curing me of my fear of hills, introducing me to the fab footwear of the Marina girls, and maybe someday I can thank you for helping me find a guy who I’ll willingly let look up my skirt.

Write your own review of a Muni line on Google Places and you can win $50 tomorrow. Go on, tell us all about your Muni ride.

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