09-21-2012, 03:05 PM
Dreamforce was a massive event that closed off Civic Center and Moscone Center and could be felt all the way to Chinatown with attendee tourists and their silly blue lanyards. It was outta control with the catering - free booze (tables of cups of beer and wine, you just walked past and grabbed one) free food (pizza, cookies, dinners, kettle corn, NACHOS!) Most caterers I've ever seen at any event.
The Red Hot Chili Peps played their greatest hits, so much so that with almost every song, dm thought 'didn't they play that already?' They sounded flat, dull, mushy, like listening to them on an AM station or an iPod with earbuds gummed up with wax. It was a hard crowd to navigate through as not many were dancing. They weren't even rocking to the downbeat. There was an astounding shuttle service - lines of buses from MOscone to Civic Center. The best part was the projected images on city hall - giant floating nekkid ladies, the band, color fields, it was awesome.
It was Dm's 1st RM uniformed show, and rm was only supposed to man the two sobering stations, which were nice 10x10 tents, complete with stage lighting and exit signs (like how hard is it to find an exit from a 10x10 with only 3 walls?) Dm was left alone in one of the sobering stations w/no radio or crew, so when a call did arise, dm baffled them with bs until it solved itself. At one point, dm got chat up by this crazy bleach blonde dreamforce attendee with a cat-emblazoned leather jacket and huge red daisy-sequined patches on her jean. dm quickly cast a dispelling mudra and hoped she would leave. Dm escaped early with another accomplice, both using each other as cover for the exodus. Then, on bart, dm hit the exiting Giant game, which damned him to listening to yelling obnoxious drunks. At least, they were happy.
The Red Hot Chili Peps played their greatest hits, so much so that with almost every song, dm thought 'didn't they play that already?' They sounded flat, dull, mushy, like listening to them on an AM station or an iPod with earbuds gummed up with wax. It was a hard crowd to navigate through as not many were dancing. They weren't even rocking to the downbeat. There was an astounding shuttle service - lines of buses from MOscone to Civic Center. The best part was the projected images on city hall - giant floating nekkid ladies, the band, color fields, it was awesome.
It was Dm's 1st RM uniformed show, and rm was only supposed to man the two sobering stations, which were nice 10x10 tents, complete with stage lighting and exit signs (like how hard is it to find an exit from a 10x10 with only 3 walls?) Dm was left alone in one of the sobering stations w/no radio or crew, so when a call did arise, dm baffled them with bs until it solved itself. At one point, dm got chat up by this crazy bleach blonde dreamforce attendee with a cat-emblazoned leather jacket and huge red daisy-sequined patches on her jean. dm quickly cast a dispelling mudra and hoped she would leave. Dm escaped early with another accomplice, both using each other as cover for the exodus. Then, on bart, dm hit the exiting Giant game, which damned him to listening to yelling obnoxious drunks. At least, they were happy.
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