The easiest and least interesting topic of conversation is and always has been the weather. It has been a go-to in all small talk exchanges for centuries.
Here in San Francisco, the weather is notoriously bizarre. Locals constantly complain about the micro climates, the wind, and the fog. Our jealously towards our neighbors in the north, south, and east bay areas (and pretty much all other parts of the country) during the summer months seeps through our pores. Even during sunny days, we bitch about the rolling fog that always ruins the chance of a warm evening outside.
In the winter, when most of the country is suffering through months of snow and rain while San Francisco stays consistently cool, we are still bitter about our lack of summer. We'll even try to argue that we get screwed for not receiving snow even though it is a royal pain in the ass to live in. Did I mention we have Lake Tahoe only a few hours away where snow is supposed to be enjoyed?
Never satisfied.
And here we are, at the end of September with temperatures topping 80 degrees in San Francisco. Our summer has finally arrived. Our complaining can stop for a few days of sun and warm nights in this beautiful city. What do we do?
We complain.
Our tiny, overpriced apartments don't have air conditioning. Why should they?
So for several days our cold, foggy city takes on a new spicy personality and unfortunately, we don't know what to do with ourselves. Do we take days off? Do we spend our days and nights outside? How long will it last? Are we sure the fog won't come rolling in over the bay?
We keep going to work. Colleagues nag about the AC being too cold. We sit, frozen, staring out of our office windows into the gorgeous sunlight glistening across a downtown desperate for UV rays. We rack our brains to pick restaurants with patios and roof decks with outdoor seating to enjoy a warm evening only to come to the conclusion that we don't really have any.
And here I am, blogging the night away in my stuffy, sauna of a loft. Sweating through the pair of shorts I didn't even know I still had.
- Crafty Lefty
