The event ran from 1 to 4 p.m. with a noticeable lack of anything rowdy; No booze in sight and minimal music stations, just a bouncy castle for the little ones. It made me wonder if the event's popularity was because it wasn't near the homeless, bars, drug addicts etc. I can't remember seeing a single police officer on Sunday.
I corralled a small posse that hated waking up after the night before; brunch time for the gays is honestly never before 2 p.m. We walked down the quieter, non-sugar station side of the Great Highway with most of us looking like a bunch of tired beatniks, while I was resplendent in Kentucky Derby polka dots.
This also gave me some Buffy the Vampire Slayer vibes - like we're socializing in daylight to avoid the demons. I told my friends that even my home in Sunset doesn't feel safe after dark anymore.
It's touted as the city's largest annual trick-or-treat event, with candy stations, pumpkin decorating, and a bit of music that stretches from Judah to Taraval Street.
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