Since I’ve been hating on San Francisco for a while, I thought I’d toss in a changeup by quoting my buddy Seamus on Berkeley:

San Francisco is that unstable, self-obsessed friend of yours that you can’t ditch because she’s fun and crazy and so damn HOT.

Berkeley is her schizophrenic, funky-smelling brother who long ago ceased his futile attempts at carving out a place in civilized society, in the belief that society was really the crazy one.

To which I’d add that Santa Cruz is their bearded, hallucinating, transsexual uncle who happens to live in a sweet beach house.