Full Moon

If there wasn't a full moon last night, there should have been.
And if you've never had the opportunity to be part of a massive crowd of people, you should.

There is-no, as a newly initiated member of this rite, rather-We have a tradition in San Luis called "bike night." After Farmer's Market, on the first Thursday of every month, bikers take to the streets en masse. In addition to the well selected, or random, depending on your point of view, dress themes (last night was hobo night) and the innovative bike horns ranging from small honks to cow bells, the sheer amount of people riding is enough to insure a "group" mentality. By this I mean one is prone and likely to do what one may not otherwise under normal circumstances.
We hooped and hollered and honked at amused, perhaps bewildered onlookers-As they responded likewise. Maybe in an attempt to encourage bolder and therefore more entertaining behavior.
This, some bikers certainly obliged. One gentleman wore nothing but a red thong. Wow. I wondered if he lost a bet...I guess there was a full moon last night! There was a girl in a cape and a man in a diaper (I don't think he rode).
But hey, all participants were protected from insult, ridicule, and expected social norms by that invisible force field "The Group." I rode under its auspices last night and it felt good!
Insert disclaimer here: In the event of emergency or fight or any situation whereby an individual must act, said group mentality becomes not fun and/or dangerous. Ride at your own risk people!