The rich guys buzzing the Casa with their vintage P-51 Mustangs Saturday morning at six didn't much care that we got in from the Big City some time after one AM. And, of course, the deck-mounted Ack Ack gun I bought from Acme Corporation for just these occasions is back ordered, so I was reduced to standing in the street flipping them the bird as they flew by at 400 mph.
The upside is that the worthless squawking parrot (lives down the hill with the donkeys) hates airplane noise. Every time the Mustangs swooshed down from the plateau to rocket across the lake, that bird went off the deep end. Does my heart good, too. Rotten bird. Dam screech is shrill enough to shatter crystal wine glasses (inside the cupboard, inside the casa, with the windows shut). Is it Live? Or Is it
that good-for-nothing bird Memorex?
Hooked up with some old friends Friday night at Cafe del Rey. It was pricey, the service was superb, the steaks weren't as good as mine, but the conversation was lively. Still can't figure out why that Brent guy was drinking some yella-colored martooni lookin' thing when there was Ferrari-Carano Cabernet to be had [shrugs]. Didn't make sense, the man has a killer wine bar.
The Ferrari-Carrano, served in perfectly suited glasses, was superb. Later, the remaining four of us adjourned to the Ritz Carlton for port. Actually, I waved the port away in favor of a Stags Leap Cab. Muy Bueno. Got up to use the lobby, I mean, the lobby-size men's room, and Shikha wanted to watch me walk. Go ahead, I want to watch you walk. Flattering except I'm pretty sure she wasn't thinking, hmm, nice butt. Just wanted to see if I could do it. Which is iffy, even on a good day. Sit around for an hour or so and the power steering gets sticky.
Hot Tip: Speaking of pricey, To Avoid Sticker Shock, I invariably make the Old Lady pay the bill. Computers and cell phones might be cheap these days but restaurant tabs sure ain't. Gotta get out more I suppose. Well, [shakes head in disbelief] at these prices, maybe not.
I'm down with the rabbit that hopped up onto the barstool and ordered a draft beer. Bar tender figures, how bright could a rabbit be? He triples the usual price.
That'll be fifteen dollars please.
Later the bartender, looking a bit puzzled, mentions that we don't get many rabbits in here. The rabbit glances up at him from his beer.....
That doesn't surprise me at these prices.
As sunlight began to fade across the marina, Arthur, who is from Michigan, remarked on the clarity of the light, wondering if we locals even notice. Yes. We do. Sometimes.
On another note, Happy Anniversary Darlin', that may have been our anniversary date. Could have been worse.
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