Today I have a bit of a hangover from all the house shopping yesterday. I spent some real time in the car and plenty time just looking at house after house after house. It takes something out of you doing this. The movement from house to house is insane. You lose your ability to remember what you looked like. I call our realtor and she remembers. Thank god. But, his morning I felt beat up. Emily only made one trip up the hill. She was in better shape.
Day started out same as always. I am thinking I need a canned paragraph describing my morning chores that I can just insert every day into the blog. Some habits never change. Just for the record I did all the same things I always do.
Emily went off to work. I stayed hom for awhile. I got ready for work. And off to work. I did make a detour. Emily seemed out of sorts after yesterday’s RE debacle. So I went to Starbucks and got her an overpriced and not very good coffee. Delivered to school. I am so nice and thoughtful. Don’t you think?
And off to the bank. Why? I need to order a drillnout if locknon my safe deposit box. Lovely. Cost a fortune but I have misplaced the key during the move. So now, on Wednesday next at 930 am, with me present and watching, they will force open my box. And give me a new key. I shall endeavor to hold onto the key this time.
Now off to work. No big deal. Very nice boring drive.
Today’s work will be stopped at 330 since I am going to an event at the Bounty Hunter in Napa. A new distillery will be previewing their booze for us schmucks to taste and buy. Food provided, much smoked meat. Yay.
I worked on tax returns today. Could not finish any, worked on several. Will need more info. Not a notable day. Though did hear Cara may be done with jury duty finally. In time for her four day weekend vacay. Jury duty is vacay. Anyhow.
I left for home at 330. Though I am going out tonight, I need to stop home and let the dogs out. Otherwise the inside of the dog will end up all over my house. It’s how they operate, for those of you unfamiliar. When I got home, no problems. Out go the dogs. I hung with them for awhile and left for Napa and smoked meat about 430.
Strangely there was really no traffic. I drove as fast as I wanted all the way to the 12/121 split about 7 miles from destination. At that point I hit traffic lights in Napa. And it slowed down my trip. Because I swear I hit every one red. Bullshit. So the last 7 miles took 15 minutes. Crap. No worries, I left plenty of time in my schedule.
I got to Napa at about 540. Easily found parking. And then tracked down Marika. She was coming from home. She arrived five minutes later and got parked.
Ok, so what happened? We got to the restaurant expecting the party, as advertised. Well not so much. Turns out they did a self admittedly poor marketing job for the event. They sold nowhere near enough tickets. And hen cancell d the event. They told me they could not find my phone number and all they knew was two tickets. And someone tossed the event list of customers. So no event but here we are. All they could do was offer free food and beverage all night till we were happy. Well, ok.
So we ordered a platter of brisket, pork ribs and pulled pork with coke slaw. And of course all the booze they were going to pour atbhe party. Only in full shots and not pony’s. So we still had a great time. And the VP and marketing director and waiter all served us and apologized too much. And offered future events and food and liquor. So it was really nice. Maybe better than the party. I enjoyed myself. Marika had a great time. I had dessert too. Hey it’s included. I even ordered some off menu liquor. Like I said, they felt bad.
We sat and enjoyed ourselves for quite some time. But all good things end. We left with lots of leftovers. I took them home for Emily.
Quick trip home. Again, no traffic. I’m here watching the football game. And blogging. 49ers losing. Nothing new. I am going to bed. It’s time and I am tired. Booze does that. Tomorrow we are supposed to go to Bodega Bay. We will see. Not sure about my wife. I expect her to back out.