Lovefest...and naked men?

Hello everyone,
So its been a whole month since I have been in the city. I cannot believe how fast this time has gone. I am loving every minute of it and am enjoying my internship and people who I live with. Recently I did a neighborhood study with three other guys, yes I am cool cause I am in the guy group. :) We got to study the Mission district which is mainly the Latino side of town. Let me say if you ever want to have the best street tacos or tortas of you life you must come to the Mission. Plus I went salsa dancing with one of the guys in my group, Andrew, and we had a blast listening to live salsa music with musicians from Puerto Rico and Cuba. So much fun and such good food. Although I would like to share with you what I experienced today.

One word, Lovefest. Oh my gosh! When I heard about it I first thought hippies and a Woodstock spin off. Let me say if you are thinking that as well you are wrong. Picture more giant rave scene with giant blunts being smoked in the open, people confusing Halloween costumes with bright neon rave clothes all dancing with bottles of "orange juice" aka Screwdrivers to the rave mixes of 8 djs. And of course as in any crazy San Francisco scene there is a parade to kick things off. Women and drag queens dressed in barely nothing dancing on themed floats. My favorite was the plane and the pilot was a drag queen. :) Plus if this fest could get any more shocking, as my friend and I are walking down the street admiring all the floats there in the middle of Market Street are random men dancing around butt naked. That is right butt naked...for everyone to see. And to my surprise tourists with their children may I mind you are walking amidst all of this nudity. Oh tourists...how the city must awe you. So needless to say after seeing somethings that I wish I could erase from my mental pictures I know hold in my head I head to Chinatown for some yummy/cheap dim sum, boba, and amazing Chinese pastries. What an afternoon of craziness. So basically if you want to come to the city I might choose another weekend besides that of Lovefest, unless you are into 40 year old men running around in their birthday suits.

Love, peace, and some more love thrown in there.