hot knights in SF

Last night saw two heat waves cross the city: record-breaking temperatures and the return of the ridiculously charming Aussie Andrew Parker.  Our recent heat wave and trend of warm nights continues unabated, and each night seems hotter than the last.  And still, I/we can't bear to leave the house in short sleeves.  San Francisco with hot weather is like Lucy Van Pelt with a football.  You cannot trust it, and as soon as evening comes, she will but that thermal away right quick leaving you flat on your back shivering in a freezing fog. 

So there we all were last night, pretty 50/50: guys in long sleeves not believing the hot temps would last into the darkness, and guys who embraced the aberration and wore little and even less.  Of course, this is San Francisco and I should would expect more of us to "embrace an aberration."   We do so so often.

I was reminded of what Ginger told me when I stepped outside for our adventure to Oktoberfest:
"Wow.  It is realy hot out here.  I could have worn shorts."
"No you can't.  It's October and you're a grown man."

It was a great night to reunite with Andrew (Facebook does make keeping in touch much easier) and we had a great time hopping from bar to bar, dining in the parade window of Harvey's, enjoying the late night mess of 440, and ultimately enjoying a rare warm Bay breeze in the light of Coit Tower.



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And I do believe Andrew had a wonderful time too. And I appreciated his enthusiasm. Sometimes it's nice to be reminded how magical it is to live at the end of the rainbow.

Andrew and his friend will be back in a couple of weeks, just in time for Drag Saturday before Halloween. That'll be interesting.