How to be a good San Franciscan
I'm learning my way into being a better San Franciscan. It seems to me that it boils down to this: be a happy onion. Let me explain, starting with the onion part.
I heard once Woody Allen saying that the worst winter he ever experienced was a summer in San Francisco. If you want to survive here, you need to dress with layers. Lots of layers. In short, all San Franciscans are onions.
And happy ones. Actually happiness seems to be a social requirement here if you don't want to end up isolated like a Bush supporter at the Pride Parade. At least that's what my personal usher and best local friend tells me. This trait is much harder for the Parisian I am than dressing in layers -- don't peel a French onion too far or you'll cry ;-). Anyway, here is my first foray into that spirit:
Lanet -- Wanna go to a concert tonight, the Four Seasons? Have you heard them?
Me (the French way) -- Lanet, someone who's not heard les quatre saisons is either deaf or dead.
Me (the local way) -- Honey, I would love to hear the Four Seasons for the 400th time!
If I ever settle here, I'll have to start a village gaulois.
BTW, the concert was great, thanks ;-).