What's better than Kabobs on the bus? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Part 2

After so much action on the 1, or rather, leading up to the 1, we knew we had to take a break before our next adventure to our old neighbors' house for a BBQ. So we stopped back at the home base castle to make some kabobs and fill our shopping bags with beer.

A thirty minute nap and the skewering of 2 bell peppers, 2 sausages and a handful of onions got us all pepped up for another bus adventure. We grabbed a sweater each and headed down to the good 'ol 1 stop on Telegraph (if you haven't checked it out, make haste). And we waited. and waited, and waited and waited andwaitedandwaitedandwaitedandwaited. Made some new friends who wanted to steal our cookies. Were serenaded by a man playing a duct-tape guitar ("Throw some golf balls and rubber tires in that mother-fucker...got a volcano in my backyard", a new song brought to you by the bus stop band). andwaitedandwaitedandwaited.

"What's our cut-off?" "5:30. There is NO way I'm waiting for this betch longer than an hour. No matter how much I love the 1." and just like that, magically our baby appeared, another 13 year old at the helm.

Side question: are there ANY requirements for an AC Transit bus driver? I mean honestly, do you even have to have a driver's license? or eyes?

Seated ourselves in the back (kind of our thing, if you know what I mean...) next to a couple VERY outspoken young ladies, who seemed like they might have been responsible for the filming of a favorite bus hopper's video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWoE__ICkkc&feature=related. Not to mention their matching cheetah print leggings, gold teeth, and sweet tattoos (Chest tat of "family first"...next adventure, we're going to go get inked...stay tuned).

Switched to the 57 deep in West Oakland. There was NNNNNOOOOOOO way we were making that switch after dark on the way back. Looks like we're making boyfriends with cars tonight. Gotta have a plan.

Some members of our team (cough cough, not to name names) neglected to write down the directions for post-bus. Luckily, we hopped off next to the Budget Inn of West Oakland, seeing some old friends dancing their way through the parking lot. That's what networking is for, you never know when you'll need a sweet 50-something prostitute to help you out.

Anyway, long story short (well, not really...more like short story long...) we made it to the BBQ and got a ride home. No details for you ;)