You know it’s winter in SF when:

The tourists arrive prepared for winter, instead of the usual t-shirt and shorts, that fuels sales at the fleece stalls down in Fisherman’s Wharf.
People are wearing ear muffs.
The butter you left on the counter to get soft gets hard every night.
You accidentally leave your heater on and you’re really happy that it’s still on when you get home.
You’re still asking that question: do I take my jacket off in the car or leave it on?
Beer is too cold. You’re constantly searching for Irish coffees or eggnogs at bars.
Your plants outside died due to a frost.
Your thoughts are preoccupied with plans for Tahoe after Christmas.
You’re in the sunshine, and still cold.
You get out of work, and it’s dark. You wake up, and it’s dark. You wonder who dropped you in the middle of short story where the girl gets trapped in the closet on a planet where it’s never sunny.
The public pools are oddly quiet.
You consider the act of staying warm exercise.
Despite the heater, your Victorian has a million drafts and you end up taking a shower/bath to get warm.
You find yourself actually listening to the NPR weather forecast

5 Comments so far

  1. TK (unregistered) on December 11th, 2007 @ 12:43 pm

    The hoochies standing in line outside clubs in SOMA are actually wearing coats.
    Marina guys stop wearing flip-flops and start wearing fleece.
    There’s only about 10 people outside at Zeitgeist on a Wednesday night.
    The sidewalks around Union Square are like a soccer riot.
    You can walk up and buy ferry tickets for the next boat.
    No street fairs.
    You start trying to think of bars with fireplaces instead of bars with outdoor seating.
    The grass is green instead of brown.
    You’re glad you live here instead of Chicago after all.

  2. anna (unregistered) on December 11th, 2007 @ 12:45 pm

    oooh… excellent points

  3. mark (unregistered) on December 11th, 2007 @ 1:12 pm

    > girl trapped in a closet on a planet where it’s never sunny

    Could you be thinking of the Ray Bradbury story "All Summer in a Day"? In that story (written in 1959), the children of colonists to the planet Venus look forward to a halt to the perpetual rain — something that happens only seven years. The text is online at

  4. anna (unregistered) on December 11th, 2007 @ 1:19 pm

    thanks Mark! That’s brilliant.

  5. IUnknown (unregistered) on December 16th, 2007 @ 11:57 pm

    wat abt people wearing long shoes

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