We went to see the San Francisco Symphony perform Schubert last night. It was a bit of a night out on the town: wonderful vegan Thai food, a walk around San Fran, and some highbrow classical music. (Watched from second row center front orchestra, thanks to rush tickets.) This is the first time that we’ve really been ‘out’ in a major city with our whack hair. Two observations:
- A guy who was working in a perfectly normal and vanilla store was giving us suggestions of places to visit. He told us that we could go to a specific place in the Mission District if we were interested in picking up any drugs. I didn’t think anything of it, but Ayo pointed out afterwards that no one had ever really said that to us. Ever. She was pretty convinced that our hair had something to do with it. I was a bit surprised, but agreed.
- We were on the BART train home later that night when Ayo befriended her seatmate. (He ended up being “the voice” of professional wrestling. We meet some fun folks.) He asked us if we had gone out that night and we said that we were on our way back from the symphony at Davies Hall. He was joking around, but his response was “No rock concert?”