I was about to open with a statement along the lines of, "it's been 13 months since I moved to SF from Hoboken/NYC and is time to update my profile accordingly," until I realized in a mere 4 weeks my profile would be outdated and then DONNY YOU'D ONCE AGAIN HAVE NO FRAME OF REFERENCE! YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR ELEMENT!!!
If any line uttered by Walter Sobchack is a lynchpin of your movie quote repertoire, then you may as well cancel your membership to this site because we are getting married post-haste. Also, you want a toe? I can get you a toe, believe me. There are ways, Dude.
But I digest...I was fortunate to move here in October of 2011, taking an opportunity to fulfill my personal manifest destiny after working in NYC for 10 years. Yes, I'm on East Coast hours, so while that means you'll make fun of me when I propose a 6:30 PM start time to dinner, I'll be sure to answer in kind when I'm napping on the roofdeck at 2:05 PM and ponied up to a prime location at the bar for those 4 PM Philadelphia sporting events I care so deeply about as you're staring out the window of your office.
While I never thought I'd live on the West Coast - given the closeness of my family and the aforementioned affinity for Philadelphia Sports - I absolutely love it here. I'm a huge fan of the laid back vibe, acceptance of quirky facial hair stylings, and, quite frankly, it's been much easier to meet solid people than it was in NY.
I'm a fan of cooler weather and layers. It's sunny pretty much all the time (hence my handle) and if you're one of those people that laments the lack of a 'true summer' well you can pine for 95 humid all you want, I'll stick to 65 and breezy.
This qualifies as blasphemy but I enjoy calling it "The Frisco." If it was good enough for Tupac, it's good enough for me.
Locally, I thoroughly enjoy renting a convertible on a sunny day and driving up for a day in Sonoma/Napa. If you're any good, we could pull a The Hustler/Kingpin/White Men Can't Jump scheme on the cornhole tables at various wineries.
The live music scene here is fantastic. Stinson Beach, Monterey, last minute trips to Vegas/Cabo, West Coast sporting events, if it's fun I'm down.
Obligatory note of braggadocio: I’m a phenomenal dancer. My dance skillz were validated by a guy named Jerome circa 2008 who approached me in a bar/club and said, "Man, you've got to be the ONLY white boy in here who can dance," promptly bought me a Bud Heavy, taught me an elaborate hand shake and departed to, as I recall, "go holla at that youngin' over there."
I have 2 pet peeves; not knowing how to swim, and people that have lists exceeding 2 peeves.