You may recall my waxing poetic back in early spring about how much I appreciate that the San Francisco Bay Area has weather, unlike the near-perfect monotony that is my birthplace, Los Angeles. I feel like I should elaborate on that a bit.
Not only does San Francisco have weather, it has several kinds of it at the same time. When it’s sunny and warm downtown, it’s probably cool and overcast in San Mateo. If it’s raining in the Castro, it’s probably not in the Mission District.
To make matters even more complicated, not only does San Francisco have too many microclimates to count, it also likes to switch things up frequently, often multiple times in the same day. Take today, for example. I left the house today with the top up on the car, thinking I should have worn a sweater instead of a long-sleeved T-shirt, and the thermometer was hovering somewhere around 59 degrees Fahrenheit. However, when I was on Market Street at about 1:00 pm, I was sweating and wishing I’d worn a tank top instead. As of now it’s still sunny and warm out at 5:30 pm, but I’m betting by 10:00 pm it’ll be colder than a witch’s tit in my backyard.
It definitely makes getting dressed in the morning a challenge, and no matter what I decide to wear, at some point during the day it will probably be utterly wrong.
I suspect that’s why the Bay Area is something of a mecca for nudists. Halfway through the day they can just say “fuck it” and get rid of the bad decision they pulled out of the closet that morning.
