Happy hour

Eric and I drank a beer on our roof deck last night and watched the sunset. It was a lovely way to enjoy the last inhabitable moments out of doors on the roofdeck before the temperature plummets and the chill winds start howling. Remember in The Day After Tomorrow how the temperature suddenly dropped severely forcing an unlikely romance and a touching story of family loyalty? Well, that happens every night on our roof deck just after sunset.

A few weird things happened during the brief time we were up there. First, the airplane equivalent of a hunchback on a circus bicycle went put-putting by in the sky, closely flanked by two other unusual looking aircraft. You could almost hear a distant cartoony theme as we tracked them across the sky. I have no idea what that was all about.

Then, like suddenly remembering a word that has lingered elusively on the tip of your tongue, I had a revelation: I realized that this building I have been looking at all these weeks we've lived here isn't actually a building at all. It is a giant Ionic Breeze for the city of San Francisco. Check it out:

Seriously. Check it out!

The only other weird thing that happened was that Eric found a pit in one of the olives that were allegedly pit-free. I mean, man! That is so freaky!