fog bank

fog bank, a photo by killah.poopface on Flickr.

I love San Francisco fog! and how beautiful it is as it rolls in. especially when there is also sunshine, so it’s not freezing or gloomy but only beautiful. misty. you know. the good stuff.

i encountered this lovely, Sutro Tower-obscuring fog yesterday afternoon at the end of my first-ever internet date. I have no idea why I thought that would be a good idea to do. It involved Mitchell’s ice cream (Mexican chocolate, mmmmm) and a walk up Bernal Hill, so those are great things, especially on a sunny Sunday afternoon. So I guess it wasn’t the worst idea I’ve ever had.

At the date’s remarkably not-awkward conclusion (maybe for one second because it was a sudden conclusion that took me by surprise), I was left deciding which way to go down the hill to walk home. I don’t normally go down the stairway that led to this glorious view, so I am glad that the sudden turn of events led me to it. Lovely!

And I’ll be back! Not with that guy, though. OH YEAH! It ended so suddenly I didn’t even get to tell him that I understood why he might prefer to live in San Francisco to his native Poland. That when I visited Poland, and stayed at a hostel in Krakow, irate neighbors who hated the noisy hostel guests partying outside threw BALLOONS FULL OF SHIT at the noisy hostel kids, who fled inside the hostel, coating everything in shit and puke (I probably puked too, the smell was SO AWFUL) and it was the most disgusting experience I have probably ever had in my entire life. Certainly top 3. I will admit that we received a warning – I actually went inside thanks to said warning and did not get hit with a SHIT BALLOON – but I also think far less dramatic, disgusting, vile methods would have also sufficed. I am also recalling that we couldn’t hang towels or other wet stuff to dry in windows at that hostel or they would have been stolen, so it could not have been a fancy neighborhood. Just a horrible one. And thanks to this date, the memories, they came flooding back 🙂 And I appreciate San Francisco for one more reason – no one has ever thrown a shit balloon at me or anyone I know.