The day started with a phone alert that sounded like the end of the world: San Francisco's first-ever tornado warning. Tornadoes, in this city? It's like hearing the Golden Gate Bridge announced its plans to pack up and move to Fresno - absurd, and yet, somehow, today's reality.
Maybe I'd finally reached the point where San Francisco's weird weather moods would defeat me. But no, it was SantaCon, and I wasn't about to miss it. I'd heard all the stories about drunken debauchery, public urination, and bad behavior - SantaCon's reputation precedes it.
The rain came and went so quickly that the crowds had time to bounce back before morale was affected, and it made it kind of exciting to be out there - like we were risking our lives for this party.
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