Monday, November 16, 2009

Bicis de los Muertos.

Tres calacas saying -quesooo-
Tres calacas saying -quesooo- /On Ade's bike basket.
Calacas y bicis
Calacas y bicis.
The girls and I got together for a little Monday action. The day of the death is a festive celebration, like any holiday here in San Francisco. We gathered at the panhandle, middle ground for all of us on a weeknight. After having some recent late night conversations with my calitexican, the celebration this year became especially colourful than any other past years. It is great to know you are not alone during certain ups and downs when you are in your 20s. Anyways -
Hey who does your hair?!
Hey who does your hair?! /Lisa Marie
Protected.
Protected. /Adrienne et Declan.
I see the light.
I see the light. Calitexican.
You sure that will cure my polka dotism
You sure that will cure my polka dotism
The procession was great. We saw many families, costumes, face paint and dancing skulls. Candles, candles everywhere. Spirits of those who are no longer with us surrounding us with smiles and the smell of incense that reminds you that perhaps there is something around us, the alive ones, that we are not able to see.
Calacas social club.
Calacas social club.
Bicicleta
Bicicleta
This year's Dia de los Muertos was huge. SO huge, we started in the middle front of it, ended up as always in the way, way back of the event. So far back we had to leave because the fumes from the police escort got to me and I got uber dizzy. That was no biggie because shortly after we got some food and we were good to go.
If you ever lose us in a ride or event, just look for us way in the back.
You will certainly find us.
OH HAI - IM IN YER PICTUREZ
OH HAI - IM IN YER PICTUREZ
Cop me pretty.
Cop me pretty.
Hats and lights.
Hats and lights.
Muchas candles.
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'til next year, calacas.

3 comments:

  1. halloween till dia de los muertos would be the perfect time to hang in SF. added to my bucket list.

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