Another movie in the park night on Saturday, this one in North Beach’s Washington Square Park. It’s a great spot for it, you’re right in the middle of some of the best eating and drinking in the city so picnics are a breeze. Speaking of breeze, whether or not Mark Twain actually said it the tales of San Francisco summers are true. I was warmer in March in the Panamint Mountains at 10,000 feet than I was with three layers of clothes and a wool blanket in that park. Thankfully Ian provided alcohol or my blood might have frozen in my veins. Apart from the cold it was really nice, next time I’m showing up early to build an igloo first.