I wandered through the crowd at the Haight Street Fair in San Francisco this afternoon around 4:30 p.m., and it seemed like the unyielding but mild fog was starting to disperse the festivities slightly. A band was playing on a stage in front of Amoeba Records, and it seemed like enthusiastic fans thronged several rows back before the crowd turned into the more casual partyers. Haight Street seemed pretty filled the other direction toward Ashbury as well, but I walked on toward Golden Gate Park from the festival area.
Jessica was at the festival earlier, and she said that a lot of the people were drunk. “But not happy drunk. There were a lot of thug-kind of people there.” After thinking about it, she terms it an “underwhelming affair.”