Okay, San Francisco. Admit it. Protests are big old parties. There's people smoking pot, hooking up, screaming, cheering, dancing, drumming and maybe even breaking stuff. It's nothing to be ashamed of. The fact that progressive political action is our idea of Mardi Gras makes us just as cool as New Orleans, and that's saying something. And the worst you'll suffer is a guilt hangover. SFist didn't make it to the morning session like we promised, because of incredibly important business matters (okay, we were up late watching The Wild Bunch and slept through our alarm). Our friends in the neighborhood reported it to be "small but spirited." We did catch the weekly vigil for peace organized by the local Quakers, Thursdays between noon and one outside of the Federal Building. SFist loves Quakers.