These 88-degree days are miracles by SF standards. So when one finally happened, the first of the summer season, everyone went to the beach. And I don't mean "everyone" in that "oh, so many people from my group of friends and some other people that we usually see at mutual friends parties and then some neighbors from down the block we happen to know the names of" way - I mean, everyone. Ocean Beach was filled to the brim. So of course the girls and I (god that sounds so Sex and the City) followed the masses...
So far it's attempting to be a little more scientific than I had expected, but I'll stick with it.
After we un-buried Lily's legs (and brushed off my toes) we trekked back to our car, sandy towels in tow, and headed off for some dinner.
Fantastic summer Sunday in San Francisco.