Oh post and post, and post and post (my blog keeps growing like swollen moan)
Okay. Fifteen minute before three-day weekend liftoff. Systems looking mostly go.
Probably start at our favorite winery, although it's going to be on the blustery side outdoors at 52F. They'll have outdoor heaters, but:
<poorly executed pseudo-poetry deleted>
Strong simulation fumes, of late.
(But before getting to that, Erykah Badu came to mind for the first time in ages before we left, yestersday, so we enjoyed a few of her amazing songs from her glorious “Baduizm” album whilst my wife got ready for a real world appearance....)
Yesterday we wound up – after the aforementioned winery – at the brother/sister-in-laws I wrote about a couple posts back. As always, they talked endlessly, hardly even pretending to listen. I realized this morning that's why I wind up blathering on here, because IRL most people seemingly can't shut the fuck up. And I guess that's pretty much the same here, but at least it's easily enough tuned in/out. And at least I can pretend a couple others might be reading/listening.
Oh, and FWIW, I beat him all seven pool games he challenged me too... and that was completely blown off my ass on the Jameson he kept pouring me (see also: The Saving Grace).
But at least 'malarkey' is a cool word, amirite?
There's a four-letter word that sums up the physical aspect pretty well....