You should move to SF.
F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
August is evil hot.
San. Fran. Cis. Co.
You should move to SF.
I'm starting to consider it much more seriously. Bit of an epiphany last night.
August is evil hot.
San. Fran. Cis. Co.
Are you wearing YOUR leather pants?
Are you wearing YOUR leather pants?
I'm certainly bringing them. I imagine there's a very very tiny chance it could actually be hot, but not enough of a chance to not bring the pants.
I don't trust you people. August is evil hot.
Ahem. Need I pull out the Eddie?
And you don’t tell tourists about the weather in July and August. You don’t fucking tell anyone. They’re all going around in summer shirts, going, “Jesus Christ! I can’t see! I can’t see! Fog! There’s fog!” And it really shifts it, your fog! I saw John Carpenter’s film, “The Fog,” seen it a few times, and that fog shifts it. I thought, “Well, that’s Hollywood, that’s fog moving really fast,” but your fog is that speed! ( mimes running ) Busy, busy, busy! It could be late to get in someone’s face somewhere! It runs down the road, doesn’t it? Faster than the fucking taxis! Of which there are five…
But... August. It's like a rule.
I don't live there but I tragically mis-packed once when I went to a conference in San Francisco during August.
I was FREEZING. Every moment of every day.
We in California have a very casual relationship with rules.
Are you wearing YOUR leather pants?
This? This is what they should be saying in the Capital One commercials. Wackiness, and then someone turns to the camera and asks, "What's in your leather pants?"