We're Practically Heroes, or Does This Hard Hat Make Me Look Fat

Dan and I spent the majority of today in Ocean View with seventy-five or so other human people attempting to complete an affordable housing project as part of a Habitat for Humanity Pride Month build honoring Stephen Blake Jacoby, the first elected board president of Habitat San Francisco who died from complications with AIDS in 1991. The build was a great experience even though I don't possess any of the skills necessary to construct a house that anyone would want to live in. In fact, I didn't even look the part, not even close, actually. I showed up at 8:30 this morning and almost everybody, seventy or eighty people that I'd never met, were wearing paint-stained jeans and scuffed-up work boots while I had on new and far-too-tiny sweat shorts and a pair of florescent green running shoes. I didn't bring anything to change into so I spent the whole day swinging a hammer around like a toddler dressed for a roller disco. On the plus side, I didn't kill anybody.

On a more serious note, it was pretty inspiring to see so many people give up their Saturday to honor Steve and to help make a home for someone who might not have had one otherwise. Somebody should definitely go back and redo all the parts I worked on though. That shit is not safe.