Life Decisions

I’ve decided two things, that I’d like to share with you fine folks.

1. I’d like to become a housewife. I think it would be very nice to play in Photoshop all day. Cook. Do the dishes once in a while.
2. I want need a puppy. A little one. Puppy, wuppy. You know. I need more schmootsy in my life. It would help me get over the fact that I’m not a designer.

Brass ensemble

Sure, they’re not onstage NOW, but just a few minutes ago we were listening to this really great 5-piece brass group, doing a few holiday tunes.

Nothing gets you in the spirit quite like a trumpet. or eggnog. or better yet, eggnog spoked with whisky.

I’m pretty sure Benaroya would frown on me hitting the nog during the show, so I suppose I’ll have to sit back and enjoy what I’ve got.

and that, folks, was your 3-minute-intermission update!

Keller

Let’s start small.

I know I’m a bit behind on well, everything. And there have been s couple bug events that you may be interested in photos if, but let’s start small and focus on right now.

We’re at the Keller Williams show right now. I should utilize phone blogging more often! Keller’s so happy and great, I love him. He plays and layers all kinds of instruments and little jams. It’s dancin music.

Good thing it’s dark, and everyone is doing it, because we all know how I feel about jon’s dancing.

Next on the agenda: kaiten sushi for ouch tomorrow (I’m SO excited to go back to japan, I could pee myself), and then Moroccan with heather and tom. Sunday’s chock full of birthday fun: Italian wine tasting class and Italian restaurant for dinner. I’ve been wanting to check out this restaurant got a while-the chef is often on the “hot chefs to watch” lists, and they make their own pastas!

Handsoap.

Why hasn’t anyone been washing their hands with hands before now?

It’s handmade.

It’s handsome.

If it weren’t for a scathing “are you seriously” look Jessi shot me as I reached for my wallet, any one of you lucky readers may have just received this for christmas. You can thank Jessi.

Zinfandel: Wines that are 52% more likely to have a punny name than any other varietal.

I was about to title this post “Wine Night”, but the realized that the amount of times I sit down to blog and come up with a topic about “wine” might be problematic. But this time, I swear, we were not drinking alone.

Last month I invited over about 14 people for “Syrah Night”. I asked everyone to bring over a bottle of sirah/syrah/shiraz from a different part of the world. My hope was that we could talk about terroir by tasting and comparing the nuances of the same grape grown in different regions.

Wow, was I mislead about how the night would go. I think it’s nice when you can count on your friends to make sure you stop acting so pretentious and remember to have a good time. (thanks, guys.) We ended up having bottles from around 15 different areas, drank them copiously, and woke up to several shades of hangover. Syrah was a great grape to start with because it’s grown in so many different places.

Since we had such a good time in October, I thought we should do it again! Last night we had a few people over for Wine Night, Take 2 (Zinfandel style). I really dig zin. It’s such an “all American” wine for a couple of reasons: sure, there’s that whole “zinfandel isn’t really grown anywhere else” but more importantly, I can’t think of any other grape that simultaneously pairs well with with BBQ sauce, grilled hamburgers, and thanksgiving dinner. I was a late-comer to the zin-train, but now that I’m here I’m an evangelist.

I digress.

We have good friends. If you’re reading this, thanks for entertaining my wacky ideas.