It's my day off from work-work & I don't have to go in until 5 to the part-timer, so I thought I'd sneak in a quick entry while uploading my Essential Neil Diamond, new New Pornographers & Gorrilaz to the Kazoo-Pod. Life ... is.

I teeter between exhaustion & the slow coming realization that I'm growing up & can't decide if it feels alright or if I should smack myself out of it. Scares me. What if I became stodgey? That would never do, never do. Mustn't let that happen, though 32 is looming on the horizon ... rising like The Great Pumpkin, exciting & terrifying at the same fucking time.

The vacation was swell. We changed our mind & destination, ending up in wine country at Davey's folks's house instead. Suki, Davey & I had a holy fucking swinging time. Hiked down to a glorious beach out near Point Reyes which turned out to be "Carnage Beach" where all manner of sea birds & seals were strewn about ... dead & in various stages of decay. We followed the barefoot hippie trail, but nothing good came of it & I read Rod McKuen poems aloud to the constant advance & retreat of the tide.

We took a tour & taste of Benziger & did tastings at Kunde, Kenwood (Oi their Syrah floored me, yum) & St Francis wineries. We consumed 15 bottles of delicious, nutritious wine (not in one go, but over the course of three days) & played Mini Golf. We laughed & shopped & had delicious food at East West twice. Took pictures of each other with the Charlie Brown statues posted throughout Santa Rosa & cursed at the traffic crawling by the very pumpkin patch which inspired Charles Schultz's Great Pumpkin story. It was altogether nondescript, no sign or anything, just a field full of leaves & pumpkin blossoms at the moment ... but the rubberneckers slowed just the same. & so we cursed them heartily because that's the way we roll.

Driving past THE patch made me remember having a crush on Linus when I was a tiny little girl because I totally dug the way he pronounced his Ps. Something about the way he said "Pumpkin" in that Halloween special really revved my 6 year old engine ... yeah, he was a pussy with a blanket, but to me, Linus was the bomb. I wish I could meet a man who had a sexy pronunciation of Ps now, I'd be all over him.

Still chatting with James a couple times a week & lately he's sounded much better that he did a month or two ago. Looking forward to visiting again sometime in the future ... but for now, it's mostly about work & save & pay off bills & work & save some more. Many shows coming up, just got tickets for the Flogging Molly show on October 14 in Chico which should be most excellent & next week will get some to see Jimmy Eat World on September 23. Then on October 16 there's a tentative show scheduled in Chico for Tegan & Sara which would rock my socks ... so hopefully it's set in stone soon & I'll have to take in that one as well.

Went to see 40 Year Old Virgin last night & laughed our fucking asses off. Seriously, the end scene took me by surprise & I may have peed a little I was laughing so fucking hard. My belly hurt for an hour after it was over & any time Suki or Davey said anything relating to it I'd get the mad giggles again. I believe I'll be seeing it again before it leaves the theaters. Egads, I hate to be a spoiler (grrrr, spoilers - right, James?) so I won't, but Christ on a cracker if you've got a sense of humor at ALL go see the damned thing & pee a little. It's worth it.

Okay, random crap update for you, glad to hear that dear A is alive & well out in the crazy hurricaned bayou. Hope everyone else is doing well as well.

:blowing my speakers: Death Cab for Cutie ~ I Will Follow You Into The Dark
:feeding my head: Gregory Maguire ~ Wicked
:rotting my brain: Strong Bad Emails

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