San Diego - March 2006

I headed off to San Diego to visit friends for a few days, and the temperature reached 72.5 degrees in Brooklyn while I was away. Thinking I'd return to spring after being lured into a false sense of season in San Diego, I was dismayed to step off the plane into a rainy 40 degree evening. I trudged through the long term parking lot wondering why I had packed my jacket, and why I didn't deem it necessary to unpack it before heading out into the cold rain. I arrived at the car, which I apparently had parked about 13 miles away from the air tran, wet and cold and cursing my stupid jacket packing ways. I assume the gods will have it will snow tomorrow as penance for my spring lust.