Sweet, Sweet Coldness

Most people who talk about the Bay Area disparage it's weather. I lived in San Francisco for 2 years and absolutely loved it. It's never hot. Ever. Except the two days I spent at the Chinese Embassy trying to get the papers to fly to Fred's wedding (fuck my life it was 92 in SF we are talking 100 year flood temperatures here), it's basically 72 tops during the day and drops into the 50s at night. Every, single, day. The last four days down here the average high temp has been 88, and one day there was a thunder storm.

What's the point, you say? My friend Charlie is getting married in a week, and I'll be driving up to San Francisco this Tuesday and staying until Sunday afternoon. Rough plans are:

Tuesday Lunch: Arrive at Bay 101. Make great gambool with Pete. Disparage Hank.

Tuesday Afternoon: Continue Gambool.

Tuesday Night: Sleep on Hank's couch.

Wednesday: Repeat. Sleep in Google lodging. Also at some point Danielle will arrive.

Thursday: Repeat. Pick up college friend at airport.

Friday: Move from Mountain view to San Francisco. Embrace the chill.

Saturday: Some sort of wedding.

Sunday: Drive "home"

At some point I'll also probably show up at The Oaks, which as you can see doesn't really fit into this schedule at all. Drop me a line if you're going to be around, or like, live there.