I Get My Whiskey From A Well

Oh my!

It has been far too long since we have updated this little bus hopping blog. So much has happened since our last post, but not many adventures on the bus.

That's what happens when you have newfound access to a car—it really takes the fun out of everything.

Don't worry...we had quite the bus hopping adventure this past Saturday on a journey to Golden Gate Park for the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival. It was only necessary to take one bus to the mystical musical forest, but oh it was a time.

We nearly ended up on the most crowded bus I'd ever witnessed as a bus hopper, but luckily we were able to wait for another 5 bus that would take us across the urban jungle to the forest by the sea.

We were able to find some seats near the front of the bus, but little did we know that everyone was out to go listen to some bluegrass (or just Conor Oberst and some people watching).

As we arrived at each stop the bus became more crowded and it was hard to tell who wasn't in fact going to the festival. There were enough river sandals with socks and hemp to make any member of People's Park satisfied.

Unfortunately, not everyone on the bus was in the best mood and many people had not bus hopped before. The bus driver decided to stop for 10 minutes because a "tourist" was blocking the back door. This minute incident prompted a Sarah Palin-esque 20-something to yell at the tourist in a Jersey Shore manner—quelle horreur! She was definitely on a power trip, but she was no JWoww.

After a long 45 minute ride, we arrived (as we were simply following all the 60-year old men with banjos) and had never been more excited to get off the bus.

The rest of the day was filled with gimlets, cats on backs, cults, celebrity sightings, and a reunion with a long lost friend.

The magic of the day did not subside as I was able to get on the bus back for free. Maybe I got some luck from all that bluegrass love or maybe there was just something in the air.