when september ends

That song is getting so overplayed on the radio right now, but I still like it. I'll be glad when the lyrics are not so fitting and is only played occasionally or not at all (I do have a copy of the album on my iPod, though, so that wouldn't affect me so much). In any case, it is true that September is ending, marking the end of my first September in L.A. in a long while. What I don't understand is why it is so hot here right now. I'm confusing my seasons again, but the past four Septembers have been getting ready to be cold. Not quite cold yet--there's still time for flip flops and tshirts, but getting out the sweaters and coats.

Going back to the east coast this past weekend, I was surprised by how unexpectedly warm it still was over there. Not hot, like the almost 90 degrees like today, but warm. It looks like it'll be a lovely fall all along the northeastern seaboard, and I hope it stays that way when I go back to Maryland for another wedding at the end of October. (Although, technically, Maryland is in the south.) I'll probably have to bring an umbrella...

(Also, as a side note, I got to try a real crab cake sandwich, and it was yummy!)