God, I Love October in SF
Of course, nothing can beat last October, for a few years at least, but I love this month in San Francisco.
It's hot, dammit, and we only get that once a year, for a couple months, peaking in October.
There is no people watching like Dolores Park on a hot sunny day. Only at this time of year can you be in a t-shirt at 2am at Pizza Orgasmica and not be cold – an Ed Hardy t-shirt of course. And then there's Fleet Week, when all the girls in SF are in estrus.
This weekend, for our camping trip on Angel Island, we probably had the best weather of the year. When you reserve your campsite, there's warnings about wind and fog and packing lots of layers, but all weekend we were actually hot.
Seven us took the ferry over to the Island from SF on Saturday. We hiked two miles in from the harbor, set up camp, the set out for the island's peak, Mt. Livermore at 788 feet, that we reached right at sunset. Not a cloud in the sky, no fog, no wind. It was perfect.
And of course tonight is Halloween. Would this be SF if a parade of about 60 costumed revelers didn't just march down my street at 10pm, clanging cymbals and sounds drum majors' whistles?
It was a nice warm night for trick-or-treating. St. Frances was sitting on the stoop handing out candy to the little tikes who come by before sunset. She almost chased after a three-year-old foil-wrapped robot with blinking lights.
What a month.
Photo by jeneneng on Flickr
