It's hot in San Francisco. It is NEVER hot in San Francisco. For real. Yesterday was the first time I ever walked out of my house in the morning and though, geez, it's hot!

I'm from a hot place. I'm used to hot. I even kind of like it. But hot in San Francisco, in May, is just weird, kids. I don't even know what to think.

The hipsters in their year-round knit caps are going to be all confused.