I think when I wrote "picnic in the park," I really meant "picnic in the 1800s."
But picnic we did. The weather was cold and windy and foggy as San Francisco is wont to be, but we managed to find a spot in Golden Gate Park that was sheltered by a grove of trees (which doubled as a bathroom since there wasn't one nearby).
I had bought a little picnic basket at the Salvation Army for seven dollars, and I was so! excited! to! use! it!
The picnic was fun, even if I didn't get to stroll amongst the flowers twirling my parasol.