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San Francisco Pillow Fight Club
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Category: Local Flavor [Edit]
Neighborhood: EmbarcaderoEmbarcadero and Market
Justin Herman Plaza
San Francisco, CA 94101
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96 reviews for San Francisco Pillow Fight Club
Just awesome. This is what I made my bf do with me for V-day. Forget the commercialization. Instead, go hit strangers with pillows or watch others do so. There were even some zombie pillow fighters and "UN Inspectors" who gave out tickets. Plus, looks like snowfall when the pillows rip open and feathers fly everywhere. (Debbie Downer moment: there are serious cleaning problems with the event. The feathers clog up drains and there are flooding issues at the buildings surrounding the area the next day.)
At a pub later that night, the hostess had feathers in her and she said this event reminded her of why she loves San Francisco. Me too. I heart San Francisco.
This was the BEST Valentine's Day I've ever had! Forget the boyfriends/husbands/significan others. Leave them at home and exchange them for a pillow. Met some girlfriends downtown for the pillow fight this year and just went crazy. Had a blast waiting for the clock to strike 6, adrenaline pumping and my brain racing trying to come up with effective strategies on socking people with my pillow.
Definitely loved the naked guy riding his bike, blasting techno music on his boom box. Also remember being knocked over as I was taking pictures, dropping the camera, and having to buy a new one. Yes, thanks for that.
All time favorite moment, running into Chris Powell (a.k.a. "Dell" from Private Practice) and seeing him and his friends dressed up in onesies. I recognized him after a few seconds and he yelled "Onesies, attack!" I was then pummelled by 3 good looking guys. Wouldn't mind having that happen again in 2010. Bring on the feathers!
absolutely magical. it was one night i actually felt like it may have snowed in san francisco.
snow, in a down feather, head whacking sort of way you would expect san francisco kids to interpret fairyland. and fairyland it was.
Ah. The beauty of SF. The joy. Romance.
F*** Valentine's Day.
It is one of the largest scams in history driven by capitalist intentions. This is not reminiscent of an era where love letters were carefully written and delivered, despite the rain/sleet/snow. Or when a lock of hair was sent to an admirer. Or a Nocturne is composed and dedicated to the love of their life. Ah. Now that is romantic.
The scam is that the usual bouquet of roses triple in cost. The aisles of every retail establishment is bursting at the seams with crimson objects of artificial affection. Single women feel like crap if they don't get anything or have someone listed as their +1. Hopeless romantics that make me rolI my eyeballs all the way back Beetlejuice style. I'm not bitter. I've had my fair share of V-day. I even had three ridiculously large bouquets delivered to my place of employment once by the same guy but they all died within a week. Couple $$$ out the door. And who can really consume 2 pounds of chocolate? That is the perfect amount of fat I need extracted from my butt.
No. I'm just getting too old. And time is too precious to waste. Having expectations is the worst curse anyone can do to themselves. Why wait until this day to profess a love for someone when you can do it everyday!
A big hug.
A bright smile.
Warm thoughts.
Words of affection.
This is where the SF Pillow Fight Club steps in with a reality check and curbs your enthusiasm with a big bag of down in your face. Hanging out with a positive crowd and bonking someone on the head with a good goose down pillow (the feathers kind of poke) is the best kind of love give/take. It is fluffy. Warm. And if you need to hug someone, viola! Hug the pillow. And not to mention, lots of fun. Taking a pillow to the head, stepping away when the feathers get blown out of proportion and one is sporting a new down afro. Picture perfect.
Making new friends amidst the company of old. Making plans with friends to get some hot coffee or hot chocolate. Evading guys trying to ask for your number (see, there are possibilities). Departing with hugs and new friendships. Getting out of my car and leaving bits of down here and there.
Now that's what I call a truly special day.
Priceless.
First rule about Pillow Fight Club:
Tell everyone about Pillow Fight Club.
I managed to run into not one, but four friends, including one who we thought lived in another state because so many people came to this.
I officially love Pillow Fight Club. And will be back next year to get my head pummeled some more.
Girl in Purple....I hope you thought about what you did when you came at me with that dirty pillow of yours. That's right, I took you out and made you cry and run away. No body, I mean NOBODY can get me in a pillow fight!
Haha, my 2nd year to this and it still cracks me up when you go and theres a bjillion people just throwing down with pillows. The guy on the bike and speakers blasting music and leading the train was awesome. I hit so many people in that train. But unfortunately, with all the feathers around, I was starting to lose my lungs, so I had to tap out.
See you all again next year! Same time, same day!
p.s. please people...wear your deoderant...do us all a favor
This year, Rachael W and I co-planned the most amazing Valentines that I (and my 49 single friends) have had to date... "Cupid's Folly: Napa Party Bus '09" was a singles party bus to celebrate Valentine's with our fellow attractive single friends (and their friends) who were also not getting chocolates or flowers on February 14th.
8 hour wine tour through Napa- limo bus, 3 wineries (well, technically we only actually made it to 2), lots of booze, lots of dancing, lots of mingling, lots of fun
And where did our Bauer's limo bus drop us off as our final destination? Well the infamous SF Pillowfight of course.
There's nothing quite like celebrating the end of an amazing 8 hours of wine tasting with some good old fashioned pillowfighting. Feathers EVERYWHERE- at one point I was told it would be a good idea to get on the ground and make "snow angels" with all the feathers on the ground. For whatever reason (I'm guessing the wine is to blame) I obliged.
Still picking feathers out of my purse, but at least it's finally out of my hair! Already counting down to next year. Our first annual singles Valentines was a blast, but hopefully one day, eventually, I'll be in a relationship and won't be the one planning the, let's say, 6th annual haha
Single, in a relationship, or married... this event is an exciting place to be during Vday! My husband did me right by bringing me here before a good hearty beer at Gordon Biersch!
FYI free/easy street parking (since even is close to 6pm), cool crowd, and great SF location!
A perfect way to celebrate an Anti-Valentines day with friends (and plenty of strangers).
Tips for next year:
- Find a real goose-feather pillow. They explode so much cooler.
- Work out delts. That way I can hit people for longer than 5 minutes.
- Get a SARS mask. I was coughing up feathers for two days.
- It is okay to do drive-by pillow bashings outside of the designated area.
- It's just like grade-school. Nothing says "You are cute" like a pillow flying toward their face.
I just had the BEST Valentine's Day ever and it didn't even involve my boyfriend!
Wait. That came out kind of wrong.
It gets worse...I was with 3 male companions working up a sweat with objects from the bedroom.
Feathers were flying, I was shrieking in delight and they were pretty happy too.
After 2 long hours, we were spent.
......
It's moments like these when I am profoundly glad my boyfriend doesn't have a Yelp account because I would seriously be grounded.
Scenario: Anti-celebration of VD in 2009 with a few friends. I told everyone I could about Pillow Fight Club. I haven't seen the pics yet but I'm anticipating great things since one just bought a really nice camera and lens. I'm sure there were some other people there I knew but never found to show them my love, which equals a good tolchok to the head.
Product: Well, nothing's being sold, except maybe your soul for the chance to wallop some schmuck upside the head with a large bed pillow and know no repercussions will be forthcoming. In other words, AWESOME value.
Service: Hmmm, people wearing helmets... You'd think that was cheating but it actually draws attention. It's a great SERVICE to all the other pillow fighters because it's liking painting a giant red bulls eye on your head. It also provides great energy and motivation as arm and shoulder muscles begin to fatigue. Take the second wind I just described and multiple it by, say, 30 and that's what wearing a thong as a 5'4" scrawny caucasian does. Disclaimer: I'm 6'5" so that was NOT me. Being so tall was actually a disservice to myself... little people, why you gotta hate?!? Oh, and the UN peacekeepers provided a great service by toting out victims on stretchers. Last but not least, people were giving me crap about having a small pillow... at least it wasn't an airplane pillow. Really? You know who you are, bring the big guns next time.
Atmosphere: hot, stuffy, people pushing and shoving and yelling, feathers a-flying... general mayhem until about a half hour in when people start getting pooped and call for reinforcements. This is the -1. It was too crowded, or I'm too tall and my arms are too long, to really rev up a good swing every time.
Uniquity: They had pillow fights in the quad at UC Davis so this isn't all that unique. But it's great times and a way to let out some stress on V Day, especially if the world hasn't seen fit to bless you with a date with that special someone afterward.
Me (to friends before the fight started): So how long you think we are going to be in this tihng.
Friend: Well my roommate said it kinda dies down and gets lame after an hour.
Me: There is no way you can have a pillow fight for one hour. But we can just meet at Noah's.
Me (seven minutes later at Noah's): That was fun, but I think I lost my virginity twice...time to get wasted.
Definitely a fun event to say I went to, but if I go back next year I will:
a) bring a larger group of peeps/be more popular so I see more friends
b) get black out drunk
Sheer mentalism.
If you've always wanted to pillow fight with thousands of total strangers, then Valentine's Day just got a whole world cooler. You can even get all dressed up and customize some kick-ass pillow weapons. It's the only time in your life you'll ever see a bunch of charging kids scream 'get the ninja' except in some crappy movie. Also people climb up in the trees and on the sculptures and it feels a bit like Peter Pan spiked everyone's drinks.
Quite simply one of the most awesome events on planet earth.
Imagine with me, if you will, a world whose air is filled with feathers and cotton stuffing. A place where violent pummeling is not only commonplace, but encouraged. Puddles are booby traps for brand new pillow cases to fall and get ruined in.
This is the Valentine's Day Pillow Fight.
It's fun, it's legal, and it's only once year. So don't miss it!
The only downsides to this event are the crooks that take advantage of the uninhibited bags and pockets. Also, some people don't know when to stop.
But it IS fun.
Hmm,
I feel like a total idiot for not giving this 5-stars. The idea of this event is 5+ stars, no doubt.
However, the weather and crowds did seem to be a factor. I thought this was a cool event. The Bart station stairs were a total hassle (just assume that the escalators are closed would be a good idea).
I went there to primarily shoot pictures, which I should have arrived earlier. I got their at 5:55, and was basically on the outside looking in. You could dive right into the mosh pit d'oreiller, but with my camera I decided to just stay on the edges.
I was pleasantly surprised at the number of couples that were at this... As odd as it may sound, one could make this a decently romantic way to start your Valentine's Day evening. I know that was the intent, but ...
So, get their early (earlier if you a photographer looking to capture the chaos), don't freak out because you have to walk the stairs at the Bart station, and don't imitate Sean Penn from Bad Boys in your pillow selection.
This really was one of the best things I did in San Francisco.
It's about fun! All about fun!!!!!
You choke on feathers for a little bit once the fight gets heated, but its fine, you get used to it after they line your entire throat.
I had a blast here two years ago, and look forward to going to it again this year!!!
Not much else to be said!!!
Those of you who love taking pictures...this review is for you:
If you have a digital camera, it probably came with a wrist strap. I, like many of you, upon first opening the box and seeing the strap thought: "Dude, this looks stupid. I'm gonna put the camera in my pocket anyway. No way am I going to use this stupid strap!"
Well, the SF Pillow Fight is exactly the place where you will wish you HAD attached the wrist strap to the camera, coz you sure will want to use it. You're gonna be amazed at the awesomeness of the event. It will look like a million people out there just slamming pillows into each other, feathers flying, screams of laughter erupting, and utter chaos all around. Everyone will have a look of pure JOY, like we had when we all were 3 years old. You're gonna think...this is FREAKIN AWESOME!
Of course you're gonna want to take pics of you, your friends, and all the mayhem. You get your group together, and hold the camera away, pointed towards you all (you know...coz you can't NOT be in the picture that you're taking). You hold down the button, see the red-eye flash flicker a few times, and WHACK! That's right...someone has just smacked your camera with a pillow and it has flown off into the crowd. You yell....everyone is yelling. You scream....everyone is screaming. You run after it....everyone is running everywhere. And after 20 minutes of running around, getting hit by stray pillows, looking on the ground between people's feet, you find it kicked over to the corner of the plaza, shattered into pieces.
Don't you wish you had used the wrist strap?
It's 5:55 PM and you're on New Montgomery and Market.
And all of a sudden, EVERYONE around you whips out a pillow and makes a break for the Ferry Building!
Holy. Shit.
You find bedlam as the bell tolls six as millions of feathers futilely try to escape the pull of gravity.
And as you catch your breath, you turn around and run through it all over again.
Just beware the puddles scattered throughout, and the guys who take this a little too seriously; it's a pillow fight. Not a beat people senselessly over the head as hard as you can fight.
But all in all, soggy feet, feathers in your hair, gasping for breath, smiles all around.
Best. Valentine's Day. Ever.
Pillow fight 09
It's a sign of the times
When you see a bus full of people cheering with pillows
6 pm arrives
Suddenly the square comes alive
With a sea of white flickers and yelling commences
Probably getting frustrations about the economy & dam expenses
But for a moment (or 3 hours) there's some good hard smackin'
Everyone's whacking
No one's slacking
As feathers fly into the winter sky
And the UN stretcher runs by
And pillow fighters everywhere are glad it was dry
Note to self: continue to bring my old pillow sans feathers but maybe some goggles next year
There aren't many occasions in life where you can walk into a mob of strangers and beat them silly with a pillow, and this is one of them.
It happens every year on Valentines day...bring a pillow you don't value and leave your glasses at home!
Come on down and whack the crap out of everyone! Short people beware! Hehehe......It's on!
The pillow fight was a rousing good time!!
Not quite Halloween and no pillows involved, but how about something spontaneous on March 25th:
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I had a couple friends visiting me this Valentine's Day. When they tired of my pitiful attempts to entertain them, they went off to share a romantic dinner, and I left to whack the shit out of strangers with a pillow.
I plan on being single again this time next year. Or on having a boyfriend who enjoys abuse.
That came out wrong.
Watch out for the little ones. They are viciously uninhibited. Also, the crazy ones. I have no doubt that one of them would have taken my head off in the feathery massacre had I not ducked and run like hell.
Things to bring next time:
- a SARS mask
- goggles
- a small child to hide behind
Pure mayhem.
I don't care if you're in a relationship or not, this is a spectacle that you have to see and participate in. Drink a 40, go sober, bring friends, put some rocks in that pillow, do whatever it takes to make you go out here!
It is crazy to see all these different people coming from all directions, armed with bags of feathers for one purpose only: to beat the shit out of strangers will pillows!
The V-Day pillow fight ranks as one of the top 10 coolest things I've ever done in my life. Not that I have the most exotic life, but I've still done some pretty interesting things and/or attended some awesome events.
Whether you were there to avoid your V-day blues, kick it with your friends, or just get a whole lot of frustration out.... the event really pulled everyone together! Even though I witnessed a couple minor injuries, I didn't see any crazy, psychotic pillow fighters causing drama for any baby mamas.
Kudos to the folks dressed as the UN soldiers, to the guy on the bike with the stereo, the guy who had the goose sign, and to all the people who made this one of the best V-days I've ever had.
Best. Valentine's Day activity. EVER.
The fun started with our festive bus o' pillow fighters, and it lasted long after we stopped pummeling everyone in sight with fluffy pillows. My girlfriends and I went in with a team name and fightin' strategy, and I think it's safe to say we were victorious. Add a little pizza and fro-yo to the equation, and you've got yourself a perfect Valentine's Day.
(So I may have feathers in my hair, lungs, and clothing for the next several days... but it was SO worth it!)
Dear Future (Ex-) Boyfriend,
Well, congrats! We made it to Valentine's Day together. You know what this means, right? We haven't broken up with each other in the intervening 24 hours since we first met.
I don't know about you, but this is a tremendous accomplishment for someone like me, who is congenitally unable to feel any l...L...L-L...Lo...LOOO-OO-O...compassion for another human being. This in itself would be a cause for celebration.
In addition, I can safely say that you scored high on my Totally Capricious Potential Partner Checklist. So...
- You're pretty. Not Helen-Of-Troy-Launch-A-Thousand-Ships pretty 'cause let's be honest, a) you don't have a vagina; and b) I can't spend my quality time with you beating off all the guys who want to suck your dick. Well, unless they want me to REALLY beat them off.
- Your voice isn't so high-pitched that all the neighborhood dogs follow you home.
- Your have a 2-foot long dick 'cause YOU KNOW I'm a size queen who habitually mistakes the size of a tool for the skill of the wielder.
- You're intelligent. You can hold your own in an erudite conversation peppered with intermittent profanity that touches on everything from Britney's cooch to Hegelian dialectics. Of course, you're not too intelligent because then you'd be able to put me in my place and I won't tolerate that.
- You don't wear more makeup than my sister.
- You're funny. And by "you're funny," I mean you think I'M funny -- I really don't give a fuck if you can make me laugh or not.
Basically, you have every right to puff your feathers and boast. Pop open a bottle of champagne while you're at it. Go on, don't be shy.
That being said, I'm sure we already have a number of issues. It's not you and it's not me -- okay, it's more you than me. But, really, it's the nature of human relationships. And while we agree, at base, with Voltaire who exhorted us to not let the "perfect be the enemy of the good," well, I think it's safe to say these issues need resolution.
Therefore, I propose the following: Tonight -- Valentine's Day evening -- we will forgo commercialized expenditure at CocoaBella Chocolates and a restaurant serving an overpriced prix fixe menu of microwaved entrées with fancy French names. We will dare to be different. We will purchase the plumpest down pillows from Bed Bath & Beyond. We will brave a crowded MUNI bus at 5.30pm en route to Justin Herman Plaza for the annual Valentine's Day Pillow Fight. We will cavort with legions of like-minded revelers who also have pillows in tow.
And when the Ferry Building clock strikes 6pm, WE WILL BEAT THE MOTHERFUCKING SHIT OUT OF EACH OTHER
Me: This is for what you said about my Mother! *THWACK!*
You: This is for not cleaning the dishes last night! *THWACK!*
Me: This is for staying late at work and ignoring my needs! *THWACK!*
You: This is for not having dinner ready for me when I get home! *THWACK!*
Me: This is for leaving the toilet seat up! *THWACK!*
You: This is for needing to pee sitting down, what the fuck are you, a chick? *THWACK!*
Me: This is for making a pass at my best friend! *THWACK!*
You: This is for having a headache the other night! *THWACK!*
Me: This is for making me suffer through season 4 of Friends, you know I hate that fucking show! *THWACK!*
You: This is for forgetting my birthday! *THWACK!*
Me: This is for forcing me to swallow! *THWACK!*
You: This is for mistaking the other dude's dick for mine! *THWACK!*
Me: This is for dressing me like a rice farmer in a kimono and straw hat and asking me to polish your grains! *THWACK!*
You: This is for asking me to do the "Torquemada and the sexy auto-da-fé" roleplay for the kajillionth time! *THWACK!*
Me: This is for posting a craigslist m4m sex ad! *THWACK!*
You: This is for not responding to my craigslist m4m sex ad! *THWACK!*
Me: I hate you! *THWACK!*
You: No, I hate you! *THWACK!*
Together: I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!! *THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!*
And then, panting, in a haze of feathers, with limp deflated pillows in hand, we will go home and fuck the stuffing out of each other.
Now isn't that romantic?
xoxo,
Darin
p.s., Oh, you also know this review is a joke. Except the hot fucking part, I do l...L...L-L...LOOO-OO...enjoy a hot fuck.
I went to my first pillow fight yesterday and had a blast.
It was an unique, interesting experience and at times, I felt that I was in a mosh pit. Feathers everywhere!
If you plan to do this, make sure to remove hats, scarfs, or anything small that you don't want to lose. Also very accessible to Bart. It was amusing to watch people's reactions when they saw other fellow riders holding pillows and have no clue on what was going on.
It was fun to watch, I heard about this a little too late so I didn't have a pillow and participate. Frankly, I don't know how much fun it would actually be though to get hit around on the head by other people in a massive crowd...
It's definitely a spectacle worth checking out.
I heart SF.
You don't get to do this kind of stuff in my conservative hometown of SD.
I did this sober with 2 pillows.
My first hit: a little boy about 7 years old.
It was awesome!
Being attacked by random people: priceless.
Where else could thousands of people come together: laughing, smiling and fighting... for free with no harm done?
LOVES it.
It was Valentine's day? Really? I seriously forgot. But just for the fact it was Valentine's day I am docking a star. LOL. Anyways, it was brilliant! I'm quite sure this was the biggest one yet. The only thing is, people hit me with pillows and I had a bunch of cameras on me. I was even standing in the safety zone, sup with that? Next year, I'm bringing pillows. In fact, I'm planning to double fist two small throw pillows so I can move faster with them. It's kung fu pillow time, beezy.
Revenge of the photographer, that's the new tag line next year. That's right, don't even sleep tonight. I know you can't after reading this. I hope you know where your kids are, yeah, look at your watch. Did you take ballet as a child? I bet you did. Have I struck a nerve yet? Yeah? Bring it on.
You want an exhibition pillow match? How about we raise the stakes and fight Michael Jackson's "Beat it" style and tie our hands together, huh? Did you train in the mountains like I did? Do you have every single Rocky soundtrack in your iPod like I do? Do you drink RAW milk straight from the cow's teet? I don't think so. And that's why I'm going to beat you. You train with pixie sticks and beef jerky while I train with wedding cake and a fire extinguisher. You better believe it. You won't be sleeping tonight....
I recommend sleeping pills.
http://www.youtube.com...
- Ry
It was controlled chaos, feathers, and fun. I hit random strangers and they laughed.
Next year I will wear a bandana across my nose and mouth because I breathed in an entire pillow. I apologize to the people I gave headache to. It was fun!
The San Francisco Pillow Fight 2009 was such a fun event! I've never seen so many feathers flying, or so many people who were so enthusiastic about pummeling anyone within sight with a pillow.
Video from Valentine's Day '09:
http://www.sanfrancisc...
*thwap thwap thwap*
no, that's not the sound of some naked person's body parts flapping away in the unforgiving san francisco wind. [that's *fwap fwap*]
it's the sound my pillow makes as it makes contact with your head.
*thwap thwap thwaaaap*
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Here's a blow by blow ;-) of the SF Pillow Fight:
WHACK WHACK! SMACK OUCH! HAHAHA! FEATHERS POOF! HEY! BAM SMACK DOH! MORE FEATHERS! SMASH GGRRRRR! hello cutie POW WTH? LAUGHTER CRUNCH! ring ring HELLO? BAM WHACK! ACK! TIME OUT! TIME OUT! SMOOSH COUGH COUGH I SWALLOWED A FEATHER! ACK! SMASH! HAHAHA!
Free fun! Don't be a spectator, jump in. This sport is tiring though. I took a couple of breathers on the sideline and was able to last 30 minutes. We're talking pillow fighting, mmmkay? After a while, my arms got tired and I just hit the shorties from then on. I was surprised when I saw some little kids there. Little ones should be cautious of going in the center because it's thick with bodies and flying elbows. It was a trip unexpectedly running into friends and yelpers in the middle of the mayhem and then WHACK! Best PILLOW-GING were outside the center where you can stare down your opponent; take bigger swings; and run around.
Suggestions:
- Get there early
- No eyeglasses
- Bring friends (even kids 10 yrs+)
- Clean/new pillowcase
- CamelBak with choice of refreshment
Just woke up from 4 days of coma after being totally beat up by strangers with feathery weapons.
Ok, i might be exaggerated but dang, people are pillow fighting like it's going out of style!
Still not as dangerous as the Running of the Bulls and not as messy as the Tomatina.
Basically a huge stress ball to squeeze on. And get squeezed in.
Should it become a weekly event? I vote possibly maybe.
Squares, elongated shapes filled with feathers;
and now, the air breezes through as to say
"have a good time dears."
People relax; people cheer.
Lights flash, screams drown out any doubt.
Watch out! Don't inhale the feathers.
Pillow Fight 2008
Free, fun and releases tension!
I had a blast.
Warning to people with cameras: if you go in the middle of the mosh put you WILL get hit. People don't do it on purpose but it's chaos and people will nail you. I purposely took my 50mm lens since I knew it was less likely to get broken in the melee.
I was choking on feathers about 3 minutes into it. Glad I had some water in my backpack. Next year I'm definitely taking something to cover my mouth,
Pictures: http://www.flickr.com/...
Cost for a replacement pillow: $10
Cost for a glasses case because I forgot one and didn't want to get bent out of shape due to my glasses getting bent out of shape: $4.50
Grand total: $14.50
At these prices, who the fuck needs therapy?
To those wearing dust masks - at first I thought you were wearing them for fun and silliness, but now I know it's because you're pillow-fighting veterans, and this newbie salutes you.
"HEY! Quit it! Watch the hair! Now why don't you pick on someone your own size..."
"Feathers, everywhere! Shit, they're in my eyes now! AAAHHH they sting... hey where you'd go... OUCH!"
"Hey, watch it! This is a 300-dollar camera I'm holding! It... ACK! WTF! You broke it, asshole!! You'll pay for that...."
"Can't *coughcough*... breathe *coughcough*... choking on *COUGH*... feathers..."
"My head... my head..."
San Francisco Pillow Fight: NOT FOR COMPLAINERS!
Note to self for next year: bring helmet and goggles.
