It is hot here. I thought when I moved from Sacramento I was leaving the 100+ degree days behind. But alas… I haven’t. In fact, the only difference is that it gets pretty cool here at night.

We are having a Mexican feast tonight…. too much food… only three people eating dinner. Maybe we can go swimming tonight…

I love my job sometimes. Like on days like today. My “boss” came in and said that he was going to go to this special tasting at one of his client’s wineries. And I said, “You know, you really should have a designated driver.” And he said, “Well, my wife is at home with my sick son… would you like to go with me?”

And I did!

And I tasted $300 worth of premium chardonnay, pinot noir, and syrah. And I talked to one of the owners, the winemaker, and the assistant winemaker. I also got to meet a few more people in the same business as my “boss”. It was really fantastic.

Just another case of the right place at the right time.

How could I have now seen TWO live shows and not posted about either of them? God I am a terrible blog writer.

But it is going to have to wait.

The weekend extravaganza just recently came to a halt, with the Seattlite heading home to her other half. It was a great weekend, full of wine tasting, garden walking, Cake watching, and city hanging. Seriously. It was great… expensive… but great. And I got two pairs of earrings out of the deal. Details to come. I just wanted to let you know that I am still alive. With the attention span of a fish. No joke. I don’t know where that came from either.

Cake was kick ass.

It was one of the best Cake shows I have been to though, minus all the drug infused hippies. He was, as usual, manipulative, sarcastic, and demeaning to the audience. It was incredible. We couldn’t figure out why he would play the Health and Harmony Festival - but then we realized it was so he could make fun of all the hippies in the audience while getting all their money.

At one point he had the entire audience chanting while telling them to go to hell at the same time. Classic.

Someone once asked me if I could date anyone famous who would it be. My answer: John McCrea. He would be entertaining - in the I wanna mess with your mind sort of way.

Tonight I realized that I absolutely love where I have taken myself over the past year. The decisions I made were the right ones and I am completely satisfied with how I am living my life right now.

Finally I am content and at peace with everything going on in my life. And surprisingly I am not questioning any of it.

Wow am I pissed off right now. Even after a nice leisurely drive home from the gym - I am still fuuuuming mad.

My knee kind of hurts today, it is a little stiff, so I decide not to go all out and do swimming laps at the gym tonight. Instead I opt to grab a kickboard and head to the rehabilitation pool. This is where I was going to gentle kick my way across the pool and back - consciously NOT bringing my feet above the water in order to eliminate the splashing. I was being courteous to the other members in the pool.

Apparently that was not good enough for some people. Two old Russian women were walking from one end of the pool to the other with their stupid water weight belts on. No more than two rounds of me going back and forth did the one lady say to me in broken English - “you know no laps here”. To which I said I wasn’t doing laps. Her response, “you kind of are.” This is when something in my brain snapped. I could have taken two roads here - the high road where I politely apologized and agreed with her that yes, yes in fact I was doing laps. OR the lesser of the two roads. I chose the second. My response to her “you kind of are” was “This is the therapy/rehabilitation pool right? Well I am doing water therapy”. And I continued kicking - this time making sure my feet came above the water.

And folks, the kicker (no pun intended) is that I was holding back what I really wanted to say. What I really wanted to say was:

Listen, I am trying to be courteous here. I am not splashing and I am not taking up too much room. And if you want to get technical about things I am not doing laps anymore than you are not doing laps. I pay just as much to be here as you - so bite me.

And the best part is what happened following our little “squabble”. I was near the steps - as far away from them as possible - doing squats in the shallow end. The one woman ran right into me!!!! trying to get out of the pool. What a fucking bitch (sorry mom). To which she replied in a very snotty ass voice “oh sorry - little collision there”.

UGHHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH!!!!!!!! Twenty minutes later and I am still pissed off! Where did all this hostility come from?