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Bay Area Rapid Transit PICNIC by Ben Yamiin, Bex., Scarlett, ƟE←¤, Not Here No More

July 20th, 2011 3:55 PM / Location: 37.762621,-122.4351

INSTRUCTIONS: Enjoy a delicious picnic on The BART (or your local public transportation of choice).

Bex's Tale:
Upon Mastering Science,

Bex began trying to reconnect with SF0 and the Old Timers of her day, looking for a little celebratory tasking.
Bryce was among those who responded full of ideas:

He also happens to be: a.) an active player, b.) local, c.) awesome!
Plans were made.

Formal wear was, of course, the official dress code, and Bex arrived looking like a member of Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem.

Bex, as a Pupu Platter Enthusiast and member of the Urban Tea Society, packed her two silver platters to fill with her fine assortment of pickle forks, tongs, chocolate tea biscuits, crackers, paratha, cheeses, meats, nuts, veggies, and fruits and a mini travel tea set in a wicker picnic basket (which she obtained in the hopes of wooing the urban picnic society back into action). Bryce had a lovely silver tea pot and scrumptious tea. ƟE←¤ brought lovely marmalade and bread.

Dear companions were invited to make the event complete:

The gang met at Market and Castro, the beginning of the F line, which runs down the Embarcadero to Fisherman's Wharf on old fashioned trolley cars.

ƟE←¤ and Bryce knew which cars were the quietest and so the gang waited for the Green Slug car.

Before the train even took off, Bex rapidly set up the spread at the back of the car, but EEEEEEPPP!!!

But Oh Noes!! Just as the delicacies were displayed, an Official (not the driver), began to ask questions! In an irritated tone of voice he let the gang know that eating was not permitted on MUNI! Our brave public tea partiers acted quickly, promising that they would not eat it, claiming that it was Just For Show. The Official stared at our wiley gang of mischief technicians, who tried to look important and earnest. Just as it looked like the jig was up, The Official scoffed loudly, and departed!
(Bryce the Model divulged afterward the secret that all public mischief could be chalked up to being A Photoshoot and receive no flack).

So then the group began its refined chatting and eating.

Topics of conversation included:

Bryce's modeling career, because in a totally non-pedophillic way, Bex is happy to report that our young Someone of Old has turned into a higgity-hot young man, even if he does look a bit like the Artful Dodger.

ARGs (not Archie's, as Bex repeatedly misheard)

Sexuality and other dirty words in sign language

Ben's sweet-ass tats (of which Ben will provide photos for your pleasure)

Mastering Science

How to make SFØ lively again

By the end of the line, most of the nomables had been nommed and were packed back up for our next leg of the adventure.

Then we went to Musee Mecanique,

which is an amazing maze of creepy-awesome,

a history of the birth of the evil robots.

Bex was particularly identified with this one.

Ben squeezed it only once.

Ben and Bex admired themselves in the stretchy-bendy mirrors:

Scarlett became obsessed with defacing U.S. currency.

This is what being in love does to people. Be warned people.

ƟE←¤ and Bryce had to motor to make it to some party, Scarlett had to go be wildly in love, and Bex had to go and be old, but not before challenging Ben Yamin to complete another task by the end of the day!
All in all, a lovely way for Bex to begin to dip her feet back in the tasking pool after a long hiatus. Thanks guys!