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BlackChampagne -- no longer new; improvement also in question.: Wine and naps.



Sunday, January 29, 2006  

Wine and naps.


Scary how real life activities destroy blogging time. I dread the day I have children and writing deadlines and such. Here's a quick recap:

Dad arrived on Wednesday afternoon, as planned. We went out to an enjoyable dinner that night, and then I accompanied him north for wine sampling and site-seeing. We stayed overnight Thursday in Ukiah, drove up to Mendocino on Friday, and got back here Friday night, just in time for pizza. He went back to his hotel in Concord that night, and then Malaya and I went with him down south to Livermore for more wine-related festivies on Saturday. We had fun and he flew out of Oakland on Saturday evening. Sunday Malaya and I were again up early and off to visit her mom for the day. We had a big buffet meal, toured around a mall for a bit, elbowed our way through Hayward's horrendously-disorganized Burlington Coat Factory, did some grocery shopping, and got back here a couple of hours after dark. Since then we vegged out in bed for a bit, surfed mindlessly, and are only now trying to get to work, with 9pm nearly upon us. Imagine if we had kids to deal with and jobs that required us to get up early on Monday morning? No wonder normal people don't blog or write or whatever... who has the time?

At least we're awake tonight; Saturday we both took ample advantage of the numerous opportunities for free wine an ounce at a time in various tasting rooms, and though neither of us were actually drunk at any point, we were glad my dad was driving, and after he dropped us off and took his leave around 4:30pm, we stumbled inside, and then before even showering off, laid down for a few minutes to relax. Next stop, 7pm, and Malaya mumble-voicing complaints about my snoring in her ear. I figure if she didn't want snoring she should have known better than to sleep with her head on my chest after I'd been drinking. But that's well beside the point, since I don't think either of us anticipated a 2 hour nap in the early evening, with work to do, the lights still on, etc. I have no idea how people drink all evening and keep going; even moderate amounts of wine just make me so sleepy.

I can see how inhibitions are dropped and sexual harassment lawsuits are raised, though. While in the last two bars tasting rooms we were fighting our way through Saturday crowds, and both times I found myself noticing the far-from-prime, denim-clad female buttocks passing me in both directions, and thinking about how it wouldn't be any harm to give this one, or that one, a pinch. I didn't, and I was aware of how stupid the wine was making me think, but as someone who seldom drinks, it's funny to observe that sort of thing first hand. So to speak.

In a normal state of mind I wouldn't even have been noticing the women at all; none were very attractive, certainly not compared to Malaya, and they weren't being sexy or flirting or anything; at least not with me. I just had a buzz on and in my addled mind any visible vaguely-sexual female region of anatomy = must pay attention to it. Given my thoughts on Saturday, I can hardly imagine the state of mind of those college guys on Spring Break when they are drunk all the time and there are hundreds of equally-drunk girls running around in bikinis or less, looking for hookups. "Willing and eager to fuck anything that moves." probably about sums it up, though.

Other than the booze, the weekend was quite enjoyable, even if it caused Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and most of Sunday to shoot past like a punted prickly pear. It seems like I was at Kali class just yesterday, and yet it was actually Tuesday evening, five days ago. I've gotta get some work done tonight, to make up for my recent sloth and all the damned early to bed/early to rise lack of productivity. Daylight hours really aren't for me.

Finally, no photos of the weekend yet; I took a lot of HQ shots while up north with dad, but the sky was very cloudy and misty, so they're fuzzy looking and dark, and will need to be cleaned up and brightened to make them worth looking at.
Comments:

How come you never post about Kali anymore?




This one almost sounds like a word: omigh


 

I've just been lazy about kali posting, or any other type of post that requires thought and time to write something coherent. I've been putting that effort/time/thought into fiction, or not exerting it at all.

I keep meaning to write about kali, and have notes and links for a long post or two about the kali school I'm learning in, how it compares to other schools and other forms of martial arts, etc. I think that large, defining post is stifling any other shorter, quicker posts about martial arts, since I sorta don't want to talk about small stuff when the big issue remains yet unaddressed.

I'll try to write at least something this week, after class on tuesday, though.


 

I know what you mean about those denim clad buttocks. Not that I ever noticed them. I'll take a wilderbeast Arab shrew in her burkha than a nubile American hottie any day . . .


 

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