The title is in the French language and refers to pig behavior. They roll around, wallow, in muck.
In France, I seem to remember that the expression refered to staying up too late, drinking far too much, smoking too much, sleeping on the floor in strange places, clothes unwashed.
Most people’s perversions take place late at night. They slip out at dusk, looking over their shoulder to take part in, to me, inconceivable debauchery.
My perversion takes place early in the morning. At 06:30 I am found, unwashed, hurrying up the Panhandle Park towards that immortal den of depravity, the Kezar Pub. There I join other twisted folk. We grunt recognition of our mutual difficulty and settle in to watch international Rugby matches.
Smiling waitresses swoop around with armfuls of Full Irish Breakfasts and pints of Guinness.
Buoyed by being in the company of other weirdos, we guzzle beer very early in the morning. We chew our way through 3 eggs, bacon, sausages, black pudding, beans, hash browns, toast. We have no shame. We roll around squealing, oinking and having the best time.
England win – boo. Ireland win – congratulations! Slight regret as it seems right that the All Blacks always win. When they lose, I feel this is a bad omen.
The games are finally over and we sneak out, looking left and right, to check there is nobody we know outside.
I find my way home. I make it down Haight stinking of stale beer. Actually, most people seem to stink of stale beer, or worse.
I get home at 12:30 and decide that a little nap would be a good idea. I wake at 17:30.
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