Your inner flower child says:

If you're going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you're going to San Francisco
You're gonna meet some gentle people there

People like Crank (’06, BGB1&2), Aekta (’05, BGB1), and Hoffman (’05, BGB1), who were kind enough to open their home to us this weekend in addition to planning an alumni picnic in the park. With the bus parked grass-side we spoke to curious passers-by as well as Dartmouth alums from ’66 to ’06. But no bums, which made me a little sad. I was expecting a few hip hobos to swing by and talk to/personally inform me about electric acid kool aid. But my mood is fickle, and my mild disappointment soon disappeared. when so many of the BGB1 alums arrived at the park. I was so pleased that I forgot to sulk. Not only were we able to exchange ideas with the original Bus Crew, but us newbies also got to show off the sweet alterations that we've made on the bus (cough cough we're awesome).
It was agreed upon after much discussion however, that in a super death-dome melee, BGB1 would beat both BGB2 and this year’s BGB3 by a bone-breaking landslide. I’m not quite sure how the discussion came to this point, but the final decision was undeniable. BGB1 is Fierce (notice the capitalization of the 'F').

For those who come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
In the streets of San Francisco
Gentle people with flowers in their hair

After an afternoon filled with sandwiches, disks tossed every which way, and more than one too many of those delicious brownie bites in my tummy, the crew parted ways for the remainder of the day. Nate, Kate, and I visited the de Young museum and explored the paths surrounding it. We strolled through the Aids memorial park and lay in the grass making flower chains that we then wore while walking down Haight Street back to the apartment. And no, we did not have to travel in Mr. Peabody's way-back time machine to achieve this…we just had to live on a bus for a while.

All across the Nation such a strange vibration
People in motion
There's a whole generation with a new explanation
People in motion people in motion

The rest of the gang beat us home after dropping the aforementioned bus off at Vista Point and taking a look-see at Fisherman’s Wharf. Once home, they quickly flaired-up and ran out…also before we returned home. Their destination? Why a flash-mob dance party that we had heard about through the grapevine of course! The entire group (a tall leprechaun Lucas, spandex pimp Merritt, scuba Esther, hottie mchottpants Colleen, and disco princess Whitney all dressed their part) met up at this impromptu chi gam, sans the raging hormones, stripper poles, and suffocating axe-fumes of course, where we danced to some bollywood tunes until our bodies could rock no more.

The Merrittbot. Go, go Merrittbot.

For those who come to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there

Our night did not end there! We were tired after appeasing the glorious gods of dance, but there was more love to spread. Our next destination was a party in the lovely grown-up-home of Susan Gordon, Natalie Allen, Libby Hadzima, and Aya Caldwell, where we found alums and friends in ever corner of the SF apartment. The Dartmouth redux lasted well into the night as we hugged, told stories, and spent time together that seemed so comfortably and wonderfully out-of-context.

Hi San Francisco. I have a crush on you.

If you come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a lovin’ Dartmouth there

-Hayley