Funny story this…
My friend has magical parking mojo, and found awesome off-lot parking around the corner from Market St. After a fantastic Dylan show at the Warfield, we became separated and I made my own way back to the car — which had been stolen! I waited for a half hour or so, then found a pay phone (ah, life before cell phones was barbaric and cruel) and called his girlfriend, only to learn that he’d been home for thirty minutes and was asleep. Telling her not to wake him, I then called the woman who I was dating at the time, asking if I could crash at her SF house. I then wandered down Market to wait for her, talking to myself to fend off unwanted attentions and generally acting crazy (not too difficult for me). A bit later, the woman who is today my wife picked me up off the street, and spent the night.
All in all, a memorable evening some 19 years ago…