As promised, here is evidence of the massive pillow fight in downtown San Francisco on Valentine’s Day. I sprinted along the Embarcadero to get there right when it started (as you can see below with others) but it already looked like this when I arrived. It was very exciting and only a little bit scary. If you’ve ever been in a mosh pit, it was a lot like that- mostly playful people with pockets of angry boy rowdiness that you tried to avoid.
The most beautiful thing was the down that flew through the air and exploded in the sky… it looked like snow or shooting stars, and at the moment when pillows burst there would be a wild cheer that filled the air. I loved it.
Matt and I got burritos with our friends afterwards, laughed a lot and then got salted caramel ice cream at Birite Creamery in the Mission (you must try this if you are coming San Francisco) I was never the long stem roses type of girl. This was my kind of Valentine’s Day.