Sunday was nice so we went for a walk through Golden Gate. There's a section where people rollerblade and rollerskate. Someone was getting served to a Cameo song.

Then we went for a drive down to Pacifica to see a different beach.

What this sign fails to include is "no pants on guys over 40". Along with myself, Mr. P, half a dozen latin families picnicking and few surfers there were three or four 40 yr old naked, and I'm guessing recently divorced, goldchain wearing guys lettin' the goods out for some fresh air. Just strolling down the beach, free and easy.

One guy in particular was working the nonchalant “just out for naked stroll” angle pretty hard. He'd walk up and down the beach, then wade in the surf up to his knees. His insouciant cover was blown when Mr. P and I went to wash the sand off our feet and our skin went blue and numb in the freezing salt water in under five seconds flat.

We tried to blot it out by watching sunset over the city.