Brrrrrrrrrr!

I mean, I know there's that alleged Mark Twain quote about San Francisco in the summer and everything, but it is fuh-reezing here! I got in on Wednesday evening and Steven arrived on Friday afternoon. The to-do list seems to be growing faster than I can cross things off, but we are making progress and managing to squeeze a little fun into what may be our last days in SF for quite a while. We just got back from Sexy, a once a month party at Underground SF, the little Lower Haight bar that used to be The Top. London just doesn't seem to have intimate dance bars scattered throughout the neighborhoods. If you know of one, please pass it on!