So, I moved to San Francisco about a month ago and have been volunteering for the San Francisco Improv Festival, which has been going on every weekend since. I wind up getting home after shows around 10:45 or thereabouts and I am constantly struck by how soupy this town is. There's inevitably a fog or mist lying over the BART station that follows me the three blocks to my home.
Every time I am in this kind of weather, it reminds me of the opening sequence of the movie 'Throw Momma From The Train,' where Billy Crystal's character is attempting to write a book and is stuck on the sentence, "The night was..." There's "The night was dry, but it was raining," and "The night was moist." Then his writing student, Danny DeVito, starts a story with "The night was humid." Billy Crystal freaks out and dismisses class, claiming a giant headache in his eye.
In San Francisco, the nights are... all of the above. Soupy, humid, moist, dry but raining... it's all the same.
But so far, I like this town!
