Did you Miss Me?
Hello my devoted fans. Since you all have innundated me with emails with inquiring questions like "Are you okay?" "Is your blog over and done with?" and my personal favorite, "Daddy and I think you are a slut" (thanks Mom), I knew it was time to climb back on the blogging horse and write again.
One of the many reasons why it has taken me so long to post an entry is I was away in CA for a few days of R&R. It was wonderful. When I die, I want my ashes to be scattered in Napa. That place is so wonderful. I also experienced Marin for the first time. Hello, movie set. Tiburon is so pretty, cute stores, on the water, great food. Oh yeah...did I mention there are literally no minorities there? I thought was in Stepford for a moment. It was creepy actually. They had a parade going through the town on Sunday that highlighted a fleet of "green" cars (i.e. Pruises), some politicos, doe-eyed Brownies and Girl Scouts and the admission committee for the Yacht and Country Club. Serious Valley of the Dolls complex going on. Of course, one tends to look past all of this because it's like 80 degrees, sunny and 0% humidity 360 days a year. That and there is a fine mist of crack smoke in the air, so one becomes quickly addicted to the positives the city has to offer and quickly buries any negatives.
I may have my gripes about DC, but I appreciate it's diversity so much, well...at least 90% of it. Tiburon, CA is the whitest city on the planet, full of white people who think they are open minded and accepting because they are Democrats and live in the Bay area. However, all the residents of Tiburon really want to do is escape up there in their $4M homes and drink Bloody Marys and Gin Fizzes on the deck at Sam's in order to get away from the "riff-raff" of San Francisco. Bizzarro.
On a side note, the friends who I stayed with live in Pleasanton, aka Agrestic (Weeds reference). That was scary too, and they even admit it. As we pulled in to Moller Ranch (their neighborhood...I know...I almost burst out laughing myself) I was sure I would see Mary-Louise Parker come zooming down the street in her Rover with the rims. Of course, I sang "Tiny Boxes" all weekend; once aloud, the rest of the time in my head.
OK...the other popular question (actually, no one emails me questions, but if anyone did, I would think they would want to know this) is how is the mystery date man? Honestly, he is well. I am surprised to say it myself. I am not sure what date number we are up to, but saw him again last night. Things are progressing slowly but steadily, which is perfect. I personally am in no rush.
Hope all is well with you all, my kittens (blech)
One of the many reasons why it has taken me so long to post an entry is I was away in CA for a few days of R&R. It was wonderful. When I die, I want my ashes to be scattered in Napa. That place is so wonderful. I also experienced Marin for the first time. Hello, movie set. Tiburon is so pretty, cute stores, on the water, great food. Oh yeah...did I mention there are literally no minorities there? I thought was in Stepford for a moment. It was creepy actually. They had a parade going through the town on Sunday that highlighted a fleet of "green" cars (i.e. Pruises), some politicos, doe-eyed Brownies and Girl Scouts and the admission committee for the Yacht and Country Club. Serious Valley of the Dolls complex going on. Of course, one tends to look past all of this because it's like 80 degrees, sunny and 0% humidity 360 days a year. That and there is a fine mist of crack smoke in the air, so one becomes quickly addicted to the positives the city has to offer and quickly buries any negatives.
I may have my gripes about DC, but I appreciate it's diversity so much, well...at least 90% of it. Tiburon, CA is the whitest city on the planet, full of white people who think they are open minded and accepting because they are Democrats and live in the Bay area. However, all the residents of Tiburon really want to do is escape up there in their $4M homes and drink Bloody Marys and Gin Fizzes on the deck at Sam's in order to get away from the "riff-raff" of San Francisco. Bizzarro.
On a side note, the friends who I stayed with live in Pleasanton, aka Agrestic (Weeds reference). That was scary too, and they even admit it. As we pulled in to Moller Ranch (their neighborhood...I know...I almost burst out laughing myself) I was sure I would see Mary-Louise Parker come zooming down the street in her Rover with the rims. Of course, I sang "Tiny Boxes" all weekend; once aloud, the rest of the time in my head.
OK...the other popular question (actually, no one emails me questions, but if anyone did, I would think they would want to know this) is how is the mystery date man? Honestly, he is well. I am surprised to say it myself. I am not sure what date number we are up to, but saw him again last night. Things are progressing slowly but steadily, which is perfect. I personally am in no rush.
Hope all is well with you all, my kittens (blech)
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