This is actually Dolores Park on a Saturday, but it closely resembles the area around 18th and Dolores on a summer weekday.
After being holed up on the couch with a less than pleasant sinus infection (tiny violins), I just have to know: who are these fellow San Franciscans I see merrymaking on weekday afternoons? It’s not the Europeans on holiday in Union Square that I’m confused about (the value of the Euro is reason enough) but the coffeeshop-ing and park-going local set.
Initially I assumed I was seeing students from USF on summer vacation, but most of the people who are up and around seem older than that. Yet they seem too relaxed to be entrepreneurs, even ones with their second round of funding. The city seems to be full of upwardly mobile post-grads who, in lieu of punching the clock, find 2 PM on a Tuesday the perfect time for lunch with friends.
My roommate’s upscale boutique is closed on Mondays, and yesterday afternoon I woke up from a DayQuil haze to find a group of her friends over. Perfect! A good chance to find out who these 20 and 30-somethings are and when (if ever) they go to work. But by the chance I got up to ask, they were out the door–and en route to Ocean Beach.