Went out to lunch. Had some margaritas. It seems to be a common thing here. Especially on Fridays. Now I am buzzed just enough to not want to do any work. All I can think about is sitting by the pool with a glass of pinot grigio and getting a tan. God, I miss being tan. I also miss working out every morning (I don’t have a gym here yet). My figure hasn’t suffered, but I’m sure it will if I don’t keep running, as evidenced by some of my older former colleagues.
Right now, I’m listening to one of my favorite running songs, “Move Your Feet” (appropriate), by Junior Senior. This guy saw them last night and I’m totally jealous. I haven’t seen them play since SXSW 2004. Poor me.
I’m glad I got here early today because I’m definitely leaving early. Tomorrow I’m going to Pinot Days in San Francisco. Looks like it’s going to be all Pinot Noir, which is okay (I prefer those to most reds), but with a little luck (and cooperation from my comrades) I’ll be able to hit up a place with some good white afterward.
I’m all out of news. Let the countdown begin. As I listen to “The Girl with the Sun in Her Head” by Orbital. Yes, I’m old school. Why keep looking for new shit when you’ve already found what you like?
April says:
Now I have to listen to Itch U Can’t Skratch. Great song for a sunny day…
June 28, 2005, 12:43 pm