Excess Snark
I’m under doctor’s orders to post more often. I need to relieve my bile back-up.
We had a little birthday get together a few weekends back. My wife and I are a day apart so early May is party time. My mom-in-law came up from SoCal. We had Unc and his missus over along with the #1s for dinner. The Exec and his wife came by for a drink. They weren’t invited, but they showed up. I poured The Exec a bucket o’ martini and Mrs. E had a Stella from my fine collection of domestic and imported beers. They were taken aback when I handed them their tab on the way out.
So we had a good meal with the rest of the folks. I realize that Unc gets short shrift in this blog. I think he’s only been mentioned a handful of times, whereas our partner in crime, The Wolverine, makes regular appearances. The main reason for that is that Unc is a sumbitch. But he’s my kind of sumbitch.
We chatted a bit about the #1s’ upcoming Alaskan excursion via motor home, which gave me a great idea. Since he’d be gone for the next couple weekends, I could coordinate a Pastrami Saturday with the rest of my FC Posse. There’s nothing like a blather free lunch with (most of) the boys.
http://www.refugesc.com/
That Saturday evening, the three generations of my distaff side and I made a foray to the latest addition in the San Mateo fine dining scene, and were not disappointed. Since my daughter recently got her license, we decided to economize, have our cocktails at home and let her do the driving. We’ll be heading back to Lure for sure.
http://www.lurerestaurant.com/
The following weekend we headed into the big city so the girl could try out for a summer position with the Legarza basketball camp. While she was hooping it up, my wife and I took sonny boy two for a walking tour. The first stop was the Haight. SB2 enjoyed the bustle and the tunes emanating from most storefronts. I have a little trouble seeing the burned out denizens, whether they’ve been there since the 60’s or are recent additions.
We passed the Zam Zam Room, which I mentioned in my 9/6/06 post. You can find a little more detail in the link below. I cringed as I saw the happy hour sign offering “Absolut Mango Cosmos”. I reported this to The Wolv, mentioning how Bruno would likely be rolling over in his grave. My timing was bad as this turned out to be a 1-2 punch my bud didn’t need. He’s already mourning the loss of the Pontiac division. The boy grew up in Pontiac, MI and at one time drove a legendary ’51 Pontiac that he acquired from Unc. I cannot describe that vehicle anywhere near as well as Unc, so I’ll just quote him.
"That Pontiac was a Pontiac Chief. It had a flathead straight 8 cylinder chonk of cast iron for an engine that could have anchored a battleship."
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2000/12/03/MN133570.DTL
While every weekend for my family is a rip-roaring whirl of activity, stuff happens during the week too. We had Son of #1 over for dinner Tuesday. He just got home from his first year at college and we decided to feed him while the rest of his family is touring the Canadian wilderness. It also gave him an opportunity to visit the Mercedes, which my wife is driving for the two weeks they’re gone. I’ve made it clear to her that she should not get used to it.
I got a chance to swim at the club a couple times after work this week. On my way home one day, I espied about 50 sheep by my highway entrance. This is the second time I’ve spotted the flock. They are part of San Jose’s Green Vision. I briefly considered tucking one under my arm to put in my backyard but Sonny Boy will be home soon so he can take over the lawn duties.
http://www.mercurynews.com/news/ci_11856391
Back to the club. It’s a great facility, with indoor and outdoor pools, as well as a Jacuzzi, steam room, and sauna. I often encounter regular meetings of the USSR: Union of Steam Seeking Russians. They take over the joint, crank up the steam and gab in their native tongue. I was going ask them how you say steam room in Russian, but I’m a little shy.
I need to consult the “pink pages” entertainment section of the Chron tomorrow. I’m looking for the West Coast dates for the Dick Cheney Self-Incrimination Tour.
The Wig was supposed to call me last weekend. He didn’t. However, he sent me a heartfelt birthday text. He’ll be hearing from me. But I’ll leave him alone this weekend. His eldest son graduates from college Monday. Congrats TL!
We had a little birthday get together a few weekends back. My wife and I are a day apart so early May is party time. My mom-in-law came up from SoCal. We had Unc and his missus over along with the #1s for dinner. The Exec and his wife came by for a drink. They weren’t invited, but they showed up. I poured The Exec a bucket o’ martini and Mrs. E had a Stella from my fine collection of domestic and imported beers. They were taken aback when I handed them their tab on the way out.
So we had a good meal with the rest of the folks. I realize that Unc gets short shrift in this blog. I think he’s only been mentioned a handful of times, whereas our partner in crime, The Wolverine, makes regular appearances. The main reason for that is that Unc is a sumbitch. But he’s my kind of sumbitch.
We chatted a bit about the #1s’ upcoming Alaskan excursion via motor home, which gave me a great idea. Since he’d be gone for the next couple weekends, I could coordinate a Pastrami Saturday with the rest of my FC Posse. There’s nothing like a blather free lunch with (most of) the boys.
http://www.refugesc.com/
That Saturday evening, the three generations of my distaff side and I made a foray to the latest addition in the San Mateo fine dining scene, and were not disappointed. Since my daughter recently got her license, we decided to economize, have our cocktails at home and let her do the driving. We’ll be heading back to Lure for sure.
http://www.lurerestaurant.com/
The following weekend we headed into the big city so the girl could try out for a summer position with the Legarza basketball camp. While she was hooping it up, my wife and I took sonny boy two for a walking tour. The first stop was the Haight. SB2 enjoyed the bustle and the tunes emanating from most storefronts. I have a little trouble seeing the burned out denizens, whether they’ve been there since the 60’s or are recent additions.
We passed the Zam Zam Room, which I mentioned in my 9/6/06 post. You can find a little more detail in the link below. I cringed as I saw the happy hour sign offering “Absolut Mango Cosmos”. I reported this to The Wolv, mentioning how Bruno would likely be rolling over in his grave. My timing was bad as this turned out to be a 1-2 punch my bud didn’t need. He’s already mourning the loss of the Pontiac division. The boy grew up in Pontiac, MI and at one time drove a legendary ’51 Pontiac that he acquired from Unc. I cannot describe that vehicle anywhere near as well as Unc, so I’ll just quote him.
"That Pontiac was a Pontiac Chief. It had a flathead straight 8 cylinder chonk of cast iron for an engine that could have anchored a battleship."
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2000/12/03/MN133570.DTL
While every weekend for my family is a rip-roaring whirl of activity, stuff happens during the week too. We had Son of #1 over for dinner Tuesday. He just got home from his first year at college and we decided to feed him while the rest of his family is touring the Canadian wilderness. It also gave him an opportunity to visit the Mercedes, which my wife is driving for the two weeks they’re gone. I’ve made it clear to her that she should not get used to it.
I got a chance to swim at the club a couple times after work this week. On my way home one day, I espied about 50 sheep by my highway entrance. This is the second time I’ve spotted the flock. They are part of San Jose’s Green Vision. I briefly considered tucking one under my arm to put in my backyard but Sonny Boy will be home soon so he can take over the lawn duties.
http://www.mercurynews.com/news/ci_11856391
Back to the club. It’s a great facility, with indoor and outdoor pools, as well as a Jacuzzi, steam room, and sauna. I often encounter regular meetings of the USSR: Union of Steam Seeking Russians. They take over the joint, crank up the steam and gab in their native tongue. I was going ask them how you say steam room in Russian, but I’m a little shy.
I need to consult the “pink pages” entertainment section of the Chron tomorrow. I’m looking for the West Coast dates for the Dick Cheney Self-Incrimination Tour.
The Wig was supposed to call me last weekend. He didn’t. However, he sent me a heartfelt birthday text. He’ll be hearing from me. But I’ll leave him alone this weekend. His eldest son graduates from college Monday. Congrats TL!
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