MondayNESS ~ 9/29/08

Okay RE…you asked for it! MY shameless iPod indulgence! 🙂 (sheeesh…trying to find one with embedding capabilities…..this is all I could come up with…without searching all day…)

Piece of Me ~ Britney Spears

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Ooooohh…wait…it’s a DOUBLE FEATURE:

Just a Friend ~ Biz Markie

Tulips

Because I love them so….

Taken by moi. Nob Hill ~ San Francisco, CA

Taken by moi. Nob Hill ~ San Francisco, CA

To Be Where Little Cable Cars Climb Halfway to the Stars…

My maiden Wine Country/Bay Area sabbatical has concluded….much to my dismay. Whilst true I missed my munkees and was delighted to see their beaming faces, I could have easily stayed MUCH longer. In retrospect, this trip was a blur. I have been attempting to write this post for 3 days now…but been enveloped in a dense fog (an undisclosed piece of San Francisco that apparently came back with me.) I’ve barely left my home & been sleeping A LOT. Yikes.

Wine Country. Where do I even begin? It’s Disney World for adults. Acres and acres of vineyards, the smell of crushed grapes permeating the air (during Crush, that is), warm sun, cool breezes, and bottles upon bottles of bubbles and vino. Forget not it’s a mecca for people watching as well. Pure Vida!

Memorable & comical anecdote: checking into our fabulous hotel, the Westin Verasa Napa, we have less than 40 minutes to shower, dress & be up at the winery….we are trying to figure out how we squeeze in a proper makeout session as well. Our plan is to navigate to room as fast as humanly possible. Check-in was expeditious, (yay), however, [sweet, maybe 17 years of age] bellman bellboy wants to stop and point out ALL features of the hotel lobby & amenities (uhhh…). Romeo, being ever so cordial, obliges. Meanwhile, as bellboy goes over the pool, water fountain thing that shoots fire?, gym, blah, blah…I am wide~eyed, grinning and pointing toward hallway leading to the rooms. I finally grab the cart and courteously inform bellboy we are on a schedule. Finally the room! We tell bellboy “thanks, we’ll unload” and hand him a generous tip to scram. Thinking he’s left, we are on the bed, kissing & groping like teenagers. ::In a loud voice:: “Yes, and here in the closet, there’s a safe and an ironing board..” OMG! We burst out laughing…but carried on as if he had indeed left.

The Harvest Dinner at Cakebread Cellars was savory, as was my date. Ahhh…Romeo. We were thankfully sat at The Table of Youth and quickly befriended our tablemates. After dinner, we made our way to Bouchon for additional libations and dessert. Fantabulous!

The following two days were a feast of tastings and a divine dinner at The Martini House. (where I highly recommend the Bresaola Carpaccio & Kobe Beef Burger) In 3 days, we ventured: Cline, Gloria Ferrer, Cakebread, Elizabeth Spencer, Hall, Mumm, Domaine Carneros, Ravenswood, Chateau St. Jean, Kunde, & Gundlach Bundschu wineries. We tasted in both Napa & Sonoma, with Sonoma being my preference.

Leaving Wine Country, it was time to experience the City by the Bay. First stop was Ferry Building Marketplace where we proceeded straight to the Wine Merchant for vino, charcuterie and people watching, while waiting for another peep to join us for lunch. We dined at Boulettes Larder and then picked up a few Bombolonis for dessert. Feeling the happy buzz, we forego sightseeing and continue on our drinking/snacking tour, hitting Farmerbrown and Caruso’s (which was conveniently in our hotel). We bid farewell to our friend and get ready for the evening….of more libation indulgence. Now let me just tell you, Romeo knows where to go in this city! We walk up to this wooden door, no sign, no indication of what this place is. He knocks. The door opens and a girl appears requesting a password. {cool!} We enter and are escorted to a cozy table in the back. This place is the Shiz. We are at Bourbon & Branch. WOW. Lefty O’Doul’s and Grubstake (for pancakes, ha) round out the rest of the evening. At this point, we are unequivocally wrecked and sleep is our only option.

The next morning was a bit of a rough one, but I had to see the city before my 2:30 flight departure! Romeo had a business meeting which worked out perfectly. (no distractions…) I walked up Powell, over to Nob Hill, made my way to Lombard street, continued down to the Wharf (aka: Tourist Hell) where I took pictures at Pier 39 and got out of there! Strolled back to the Ferry Plaza where I picked up a panini and a lemon sorbet I’d been eying the day prior. I then meandered through the Financial District and finally returned to Union Square where I grabbed my bags and met Romeo at valet to be shuttled to the airport. The drive was quiet. I did NOT want to leave. I had just had an AMAZING four days….

Can I move to Northern California? Seriously? Please? I truly believe I belong out there. Dr. D can deal right? ::sigh:: Where there’s a will…there’s a way….and believe me, I have the will! I’m in love with this place!

As for Romeo and I, our IM’s are still steamy, but definitely much sweeter. Additional rendezvous are in the works, though we have mutually agreed to label ourselves as “great friends“.

Cheers to great friends and living life to its FULLEST!

MondayNESS ~ for 9/22/08

Okay kids….I am off to California!!! Yay!! I am staying OFFLINE (keep me away from this abyss while I’m on vaca!) So…I am posting monday’s music now…cuz it’s a body-rockin’ weekend song anyhow! Enjoy! I will see you on the other side…..

Chaiyya Chaiyya ~ Dil Se

Mom to Mush

Greetings from the Munkee Exhibit.

It never fails; within 30 minutes of crossing the threshold, the entire downstairs living area has fallen victim to not one, but three “Natural Disasters”. It never ceases to amaze me just how much dishevelment these little people can create in such a brief amount of time. (Now this should be an Olympic Event!) A mélange of books, clothing, toys, crayons, etc. are what appeared to be the new floor covering. [Remember: Disorder causes anxiety in me.] This fact is ironic, as I was quite possibly the messiest child alive growing up. My bedroom was the epitome of my current worst nightmare (in regard to the home that is). My mother was beside herself…constantly. My perspective was that I loved my snafu…like a pig in a sty. Payback. So…it’s at times like this, I must reflect back to those days…. inhale deeply…exhale slowly. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. It is when my heart-rate returns to that of a rational human being, Operation: Clean~Up [O:CU] commences.

Today, we were drawing to a close, our time between homework and dinner ~ aka: WrestleMania Free Play. It was time for O:CU. No child of mine wanted any part of said procedure and my request fell on deaf ears. I could feel my temperature starting to rise, when Bubs starts laughing, informing me there’s a note on my back. Mouse joins in on the snicker. Punks:absent. What is he talking about? I dart to the washroom (for you, T), expecting to discover a “Kick Me” sign attached to my posterior.

The affixed post-it read:

A Case of the Mondays…

Oh yeah…nothing like waking up and emulating Linda Blair, aka: Regan MacNeil this fine, first day of the week. Forget Listerine, I’ll take a swish of stomach bile, please. Okay, perhaps I am exaggerating just a tad…it wasn’t projectile anyway. Mouse, her dear heart, stood behind me and rubbed my back…what a kid. (They have learned this from me…and you know what?, it truly does make it a smidgen less dreadful.) It is then I am cursing my body for allowing itself to catch the “bug” that has been circulating. Bubs hurled friday night, and I mistakenly assumed that was the end of it. Alas no, there I was, worshipping the porcelain god…with NO sensational “night before” tale to go along with it. Damn. The thing is, I rarely get sick, I dodge nearly every germ bullet that barrels through my door; well…the odds were NOT in my favor this time.

Feeling ever so fabulous, I am making & packing lunches and trying to feed breakfast to three hungry munkees. With a splitting headache and “Please don’t puke” playing like a broken record in my mind…Mouse has disappeared and the familiar upheaval chorus is reverberating from the bathroom. My turn to rub. poor Mouse. What a trooper. Teeth are brushed and the car is loaded ~ off to school we are. (I can climb right back in bed at my return.)

Late, as usual…we arrive (at least I don’t have to wait in line..). It’s then, Punks inquires as to where her backpack was. “It was where is always is, (in the morning) hanging on your hook.” I state. Her reply: “Oops.” Yeah, “oops…” As Punks and Bubs exit the car, I am faced with the fact that I now have to drive all the way home and back. Yay, I can hardly wait. I drop off Mouse to Dr. D’s girlfriend (it’s his day) and proceed home….behind EVERY slow driving car in the county, that of course wants to make left hand turns on this two-lane passage.

Great Movie.

Great Movie.

Home. I grab the bag and return to the school. This time, I’m following a carbon~farting, oil burning dump truck which has squeezed in front of me. UGH. “Please don’t puke…please don’t puke” begins blaring again. Other than the tractor I managed to get behind on the way back home, the drive was insignificant. In fact, I hardly remember it. Home again. Bed. Out.

Upon awaking, I needed fresh air & with a day as gorgeous as today… I decided on the pool (over the beach), because I can walk there. Closing the garage door, I start toward the watering hole, realizing halfway, I have forgotten the gate key. Damn. Walk back. I open the garage, get the key. Close garage. Walk back toward pool. Now realize, I do not have a towel. Double damn. Return home, reopen the damn garage and grab a damn towel. What the shit‽‽ Really‽‽ Is it over yet‽‽

Swimming was divine…Hallelujah! The sun does wonders for my health & spirits.

The day’s not over yet, but it’s panning out to be far better than it started. At least I can laugh about it…what I remember anyway…

MondayNESS ~ 9/15/08

Maxïmo Park ~ Our Velocity