The nutty California weather continues as we braved 900 mile-an-hour winds for the annual Vegan Street Fair. Although I’ve never lived on the militant side of the vegan pie, I’m convinced there would definitely be world peace if vegans ruled things. Amongst the thousands in attendance today, I’d never heard so many, “So sorrys, you firsts, were you in lines, I love your smiles and I know we don’t know each other but could I please get a hugs” in all my life. Aaaand no matter what anybody tells you, we are not currently in line for a giant box of vegan donuts. ‘Cause that’s the last thing my giant pandemic ass needs. So again, if we’re in any line at all here, IT’S NOT THAT ONE.