new year bus

A not inappropriate end to the year. Gerardo & I, both sick, trudge out of our apartment at about 11:15pm in the wind & light rain, miss the bus, walk about 3/4 mile to the BART, take the BART to the Muni metro station a few stops away, hear the Muni announcers wish everyone a happy new year, hug, kiss, bicker, catch the only train heading to our friends' apartment, discover that someone has just vomited on the floor, attempt to breath through our shirts, trade grimaces and half-moans half-giggles with the other passengers (it's a full train), arrive at the Castro station at about 12:15am, receive a message that our friends have already gone to bed, decide to go for a drink anyway, head toward the key intersection that will give us the greatest number of options, notice the bus we missed heading back toward our place, hop on, arrive back home about 1:00am.