Fray Day 8
I jumped on the train after I grabbed something to eat and took a cab to Swedish-American Hall for Fray Day 8. I saw lots of people I used to know, but I didn’t talk to very many of them. There were lots of great stories, most of them really funny. Someday, I will have the cojones to stand on that stage and tell a story. I shall have to have some adventures first. I hung out for a minute or two with Jish, Jay, Derek, and Wendy. I slipped out at the end, crossed Market Street, and attempted to catch a cab. Forty-five minutes later, I finally grabbed a cab at Eighth. Of the 300 cabs I saw along the way, every one of them had passengers. This caused me to miss the last Caltrain by about ten seconds. I should have just taken the muni.