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I want to play hooky.

Weekends are great. Vacations are a gift. But there’s nothing like waking up in the morning, getting out of a bed, looking at your phone, and saying “nope”, as you get right back into bed.

There’s nothing like lying there feeling how soft your sheets are. Looking at the sun hit the wall. Reading the 1000+ unread blog posts on your feedly. 

There’s nothing like picking the perfect song for the shower. Taking all the time you want to put on lotion. Picking the softest t-shirt, the perfect jeans, the comfiest hoodie, and your favorite flats. There’s no better moment than walking out the door with the one magazine you’ve been holding onto for weeks, hooking your keys to your belt loop, and strolling to Four Barrel to enjoy an americano and savory pastry while you catch up with the rest of the world.

When you play hooky the fun feels a little bit warmer. Dolores park feels a little bit closer. Time moves a little slower. And your reminded of why you loved San Francisco when you first came.

There’s nothing better than playing hooky.

Unless, of course, it’s with a playmate.