The Budding Wino

A couple months ago, GFI, Modigli and I hit up a local place called Wine Steals, their new location in Point Loma.  While there, I sampled a wine called Saxon Brown. It was white, but I had no idea what kind of white it was… chardonnay, pinot grigio, what?  In any case, it was delicious and my favorite of the several different varieties we tried that day.  I didn’t end up buying a bottle, but I can’t recall why since I rarely leave there without one.  (Their prices are fabulous… great wine for low prices, hence the name.)

I’ve been looking for it ever since whenever I go to the store. I’ve tried various grocery and specialty stores, though I didn’t try the Bevmo, the Church of Liquor. Since I didn’t know what kind of white I was looking for, I was having a hard time browsing for it.  There’s a lot of white wine out there!

Well, just now I was perusing one of my daily stops, woot.com and it’s sister site, wine.woot.com.  And lo, there was Saxon Brown. Yea, verily, I bought myself the weekly special on the spot. And then I stopped talking all bibley.  I’m so excited! This was posted on the 12th and I just lucked out that it’s the weekend and they didn’t switch it yet because with Woot, once it’s gone, it’s gone.  Woo hoo!

I’m not a fancy know-it-all wine person. I just know what I like and this stuff was delicious. I highly recommend the Semillion, but I’m looking forward to trying the Syrah Rosé, even though I haven’t had a blush since 1995.  If you want some, get it while it’s hot!

Cosmic Politan

GFI and I have tickets to see Sex and the City on Saturday morning.  It may require a Thermos full of these, courtesy of my favorite cocktail site, Cocktail Times.

Cosmic-Politan

Ingredients:

- 1 cup ice
- 1 oz vodka
- 1 oz Cointreau
- 1 tbsp grenadine
- 1 cup watermelon puree
Garnish: 1 mini skewer of a small piece of watermelon, pineapple and a small strawberry.

Mix all ingredients in a cocktail shaker with ice. Strain into a chilled martini glass and garnish with a fruit skewer.

What?  oh oh It’s fruit!

Kathy Griffin Tickets for Sale

The moment they went on sale, I bought some tickets to see Kathy Griffin on May 9th at Humphreys by the Bay, but silly me, I booked a flight for Dallas not realizing it’s the same weekend.  I was pretty bummed out, mostly because I did something so lame, but especially because it was going to be a fun night with GFI at a great outdoor venue by the bay.  But, GFI and I saw Kathy Griffin two summers ago with Yvonne and had a blast and I haven’t seen Nikki, Heika or any of my Dallas friends since 2005, so it’s a very fair trade-off.

Now I just need to unload these tickets. The seats are good; if you’re interested and look at the Humphrey’s seating chart, the seats are Section A3, Row 10, Seats 32 and 34 (and yes, they’re next to each other).  I marked the general area in the image with a yellow arrow so you can see basically where the seats are. When I bought them, I asked for best available.

If you’re in the San Diego area or close-by and want to catch her show at 6:30pm on Friday, May 9th, please buy my tickets!  Please?  Por favor?  The 9pm show is sold out, so if you still want the opportunity to laugh your tuchus off, BUY MY TICKETS

cheese

Wanker

It’s Tuesday morning and that means it’s time to talk about last night’s episode of my favorite train wreck, The Bachelor.  Since our last discussion, I’ve had to revise my original assessment of our English friend.  In summary?  Tool.

You have to assume going into this that every bachelor is total horn-dog just looking to bang as many girls as possible on ABC’s dime.  That’s not my assumption of men in general, just a man who would want to pluck his wife from a litter of hos on a game show.

Is it hoes? Hos? Ho’s? Hm. I digress…

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She’s Been Rode Hard

If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time, you’d know that Judy, my ‘95 Chevy Cavalier, has always given me a bit of trouble.  From replacing the starter twice in Dallas and again just recently, to having my steering column catch fire and then recalled and repaired, to my rear-view mirror falling off when the weather turned Africa Hot and dangling from the windshield while I drove.  Two months after I got the car, it was sideswiped in my friend’s driveway and the dents live there still.  Three months after moving to Texas, a garbage truck took off the driver’s side mirror and I only replaced it 4 years ago when a junkyard happened to have one lying around.  The trunk light doesn’t work, there’s rain damage in the back, the driver’s side window lost it’s seal from several encounters with a Slim Jim, the seats are falling apart, I’ve replaced the brakes and tires more times than I can count and the alignment… well, that word doesn’t mean anything to Judy.  Judy hung to the left.

But still… through all that, Judy held up.  I got her gently used in 1998 after I drove my (just paid off) Geo Metro under a ‘78 Chevy van at 35mph.  I didn’t choose Judy… she was assigned to me.  At that time in my life… 24 years old, my credit wasn’t great, my income wasn’t either and the only car I could get was Judy, so I overpaid for her and vowed that once she was paid off, I would never buy another car until the engine fell out and I had to power her with my feet, like the Flintstones.

Well, she was paid off in 2003 and yesterday, the engine almost literally fell out the bottom of the car. In fact, the mechanic told me that if I had gotten on the freeway, as I was intending to when my car stopped accelerating, he said that it could have dropped out and potentially killed me.  So… good thing I didn’t get on the freeway.

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2Sweet 2B 4Gotten Jones

I was skimming my Google homepage for my morning dose of news and found this little gem out of New Zealand.  Apparently, a couple had decided to name their newborn baby “4Real” because they saw the ultrasound and knew the baby was “for real”. But, because it was rejected by some sort of New Zealand baby name registry for including numbers and not using consecutive characters, they’ve decided to formally name the baby “Superman” while still referring to is as “4Real”.

I’m sorry, but are you fucking kidding me?  Stupidity this grand deserves profanity. These people are breeding?  I think the movie Idiocracy is right, smart people are over-thinking their procreation, being too cautious, waiting until it’s too late or they’re too old or they only have one baby. (And believe me, I feel that way, too.) Meanwhile, we’re being out-bred by miscreants who want to name their kid UB40 or whatever.  Jesus H.  Smart people!  Put down the Nietzsche and start shagging.  I implore you.

Pat and Sheena Wheaton say they will get around the decision by the Registrar of Births, Deaths and Marriages by officially naming their son Superman but referring to him as 4Real, the New Zealand Herald newspaper has reported.

The Wheatons decided on the name after seeing the baby for the first time in an ultrasound scan and realizing their baby was “for real.”

“No matter what its going to stay 4Real,” Wheaton told the Herald, “I’m certainly not a quitter.”

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Stay in school, kids.

Bag Lady

Mobile Edge Pink Komen Milano BagI will have this bag come hell or high water.

I’ve been on a search for a stylish laptop bag that doesn’t look like it was made to either 1) scale Everest or 2) hold Jimmy Hoffa in one of many secret zippered padded wireless media compartments.  Some of those bags are so complicated! Straps and pockets and zippers, oh my!  I don’t want to have to be tutored by NASA before I can store my computer.  I do want a little extra space so I can store my peripherals and maybe a notebook… paperwork, that sort of thing. But nothing that requires an allen wrench and and a secret decoder ring.

Sure, I’ve found some cute ones, but they’re all for those laptops made in Lilliput.  WTF?  I see all these people at Starbucks with their weensy little laptops, typing away on something that looks more like a Speak n’ Spell than a PC.  How do they type on those things? All my code would look like qoikng[wpnq-[rqgpbnpEN if I had one of those.  Not to mention a neck that tilts at a 90 degree angle. I’m 5’10 for pete’s sake.

I bought this pink and black cheapie job at Target to hold me until I found a sturdier bag, especially for travel, but it’s again, made for the 14” or smaller screens.  I would have kept on using it because I like the style alright and I like the inside a lot, but I’ve got a 15.4” screen. It’s proving to be difficult to find a decent, cute bag.

Of course, I finally find one I really like (mikey actually picked it out — “That’s SO ’Moxie‘, babe.”) that’s reasonably priced 4 days before I leave for SXSW and now I have to see if they’ll ship it quick like a bunny.  Chop chop!