Faugust

One of my favorite activities in the late days of San Francisco’s summer is to go downtown to Union Square and watch the tourists freeze their asses off in little miniskirts and flipflops.

I mean, did nobody tell them? Did they not read anything that said August is the coldest month in Northern California? Have they not heard the Mark Twain quote (“Coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco”)?

I understand that if there’s sweat running down the back of your legs in New York as I experienced a few weeks ago, it’s hard to envision a place where this is not the case. But welcome to sunny Northern Cali, folks. It’s foggy here. In August. I call it Faugust.