Fog Horns and U-F'n-TAH
They said it was summer. However, I haven't worn shorts once, and my days are sandwiched in fog. I live in the Richmond district of San Francisco- summertime for us means fog until about 11, then clear, then fog rolling in around 3:30 again.
Fog/Sun/Fog.
There is no "hot" here. Locals here may dispute that, but that's because to them 75 is unbearably hot. I must argue that point, what with my mid-west upbringing and our 102 degree summers with 80% humidity (don't think i need to mention the mosquitoes).
While the fog itself can be depressing on a daily basis, there are two upsides. A) I work in a different neighborhood that gets sun, and B)
Fog Horns.
I LOVE fog horns. There is nothing better in the world than falling asleep to the sound of fog horns in the distance. There is nothing better than walking down the street and hearing fog horns in the distance. There is nothing better than being drenched in a thick fog with fog horns echoing behind you. There is just something so....I don't know....Casablanca about it. Makes me wish I was wearing a trench coat and a hat at a jaunty angle. It sounds like singing. Deep, low, resonant singing calling out to sailors in the mist. Very romantic, very "in a book", very "early black and white movie".....
Gets your imagination stirring, doesn't it? That's what I love about it. With a foghorn bellowing in the distance I always feel like something mysterious is about to happen.
But that doesn't mean that one doesn't need a vacation from it. I mean, it's supposed to be summer for God's sake. And to be completely honest- I just really needed to get the hell out for awhile. Some people go to the islands, or up north. Me? I go to Utah.
SB and crew picked me up at the airport late Thursday evening. Salt Lake City. One word- HOT. Hot like you want to die hot. And it's almost midnight. SWEET!
Up in the mountains though, good 'ol Park City, they are only snow free for about two months out of the year. So it's in the 70's or 80's, but not too hot. Just right. Just right for cocktails (all day) and sitting around on the deck, making fun of the neighbors. I love life in the mountains. The view, the air, the way the altitude makes the wine hit you just that much faster. Everyone has dogs. The grocery store looks rustic though it's brand new. There are moose in the back yard. Literally. And humming birds everywhere.
And it's quiet. And you can actually think. And your heart slows down just a little.
Ahhhhhhh.....
Until we meet the neighbors. I mean, we knew they were there. (I did mention mocking them earlier, did I not?) But we hadn't actually MET them, even though they'd been living there all summer, and SB's been there for about 4 years. We met them when they were sitting shirtless in a very white-trash sort of way on their front porch in front of a glass topped table that was, well, missing the glass. Cups and bottles were sort of balanced on the frame itself all at ackward angles. After initial meet and greets, they asked if we'd like to come over for to play some tunes on the guitar. Needless to say, I liked them immediately.
Nothing short of an insane impromptu-celebration followed. And I do love it when that happens. When you think you'll just be having a quiet dinner at home with friends then- BLAM!! A party- graffitti and frozen pizza with one old friend, two I only met two days earlier, and two I just met now. And I
Had
A
BLAST.
Which is exactly what I needed. It was hard to leave on Sunday.
So-
To SB: Thanks again for opening your home to me. I love you madly. Thanks for the food the wine and your ear. And many many many congrats- you are in my prayers daily!
To M: You are awesomely sweet. I do hope our paths cross again. Good luck with your last year of school- and don't forget: The Devil's got your nose.
To R: Or should i say "Carlos" - thanks for the blue drinks and for being amazingly patient with a bunch of giddy girls. I wish you luck with your new home- p.s. you look hot in drag.
To J: Thanks for the rock out. We will take the indie scene by storm. They won't know what hit them.
To T: If you were an album from a fairly popular band, you would be track 12.
Thank you all for an amazing weekend- you have helped this girl get her head back on straight.
Fog/Sun/Fog.
There is no "hot" here. Locals here may dispute that, but that's because to them 75 is unbearably hot. I must argue that point, what with my mid-west upbringing and our 102 degree summers with 80% humidity (don't think i need to mention the mosquitoes).
While the fog itself can be depressing on a daily basis, there are two upsides. A) I work in a different neighborhood that gets sun, and B)
Fog Horns.
I LOVE fog horns. There is nothing better in the world than falling asleep to the sound of fog horns in the distance. There is nothing better than walking down the street and hearing fog horns in the distance. There is nothing better than being drenched in a thick fog with fog horns echoing behind you. There is just something so....I don't know....Casablanca about it. Makes me wish I was wearing a trench coat and a hat at a jaunty angle. It sounds like singing. Deep, low, resonant singing calling out to sailors in the mist. Very romantic, very "in a book", very "early black and white movie".....
Gets your imagination stirring, doesn't it? That's what I love about it. With a foghorn bellowing in the distance I always feel like something mysterious is about to happen.
But that doesn't mean that one doesn't need a vacation from it. I mean, it's supposed to be summer for God's sake. And to be completely honest- I just really needed to get the hell out for awhile. Some people go to the islands, or up north. Me? I go to Utah.
SB and crew picked me up at the airport late Thursday evening. Salt Lake City. One word- HOT. Hot like you want to die hot. And it's almost midnight. SWEET!
Up in the mountains though, good 'ol Park City, they are only snow free for about two months out of the year. So it's in the 70's or 80's, but not too hot. Just right. Just right for cocktails (all day) and sitting around on the deck, making fun of the neighbors. I love life in the mountains. The view, the air, the way the altitude makes the wine hit you just that much faster. Everyone has dogs. The grocery store looks rustic though it's brand new. There are moose in the back yard. Literally. And humming birds everywhere.
And it's quiet. And you can actually think. And your heart slows down just a little.
Ahhhhhhh.....
Until we meet the neighbors. I mean, we knew they were there. (I did mention mocking them earlier, did I not?) But we hadn't actually MET them, even though they'd been living there all summer, and SB's been there for about 4 years. We met them when they were sitting shirtless in a very white-trash sort of way on their front porch in front of a glass topped table that was, well, missing the glass. Cups and bottles were sort of balanced on the frame itself all at ackward angles. After initial meet and greets, they asked if we'd like to come over for to play some tunes on the guitar. Needless to say, I liked them immediately.
Nothing short of an insane impromptu-celebration followed. And I do love it when that happens. When you think you'll just be having a quiet dinner at home with friends then- BLAM!! A party- graffitti and frozen pizza with one old friend, two I only met two days earlier, and two I just met now. And I
Had
A
BLAST.
Which is exactly what I needed. It was hard to leave on Sunday.
So-
To SB: Thanks again for opening your home to me. I love you madly. Thanks for the food the wine and your ear. And many many many congrats- you are in my prayers daily!
To M: You are awesomely sweet. I do hope our paths cross again. Good luck with your last year of school- and don't forget: The Devil's got your nose.
To R: Or should i say "Carlos" - thanks for the blue drinks and for being amazingly patient with a bunch of giddy girls. I wish you luck with your new home- p.s. you look hot in drag.
To J: Thanks for the rock out. We will take the indie scene by storm. They won't know what hit them.
To T: If you were an album from a fairly popular band, you would be track 12.
Thank you all for an amazing weekend- you have helped this girl get her head back on straight.
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