Shortest Day
Although
my readers know me well, there are still many things that may come as
a surprise. One of them is that I'm all about that bass.
OK,
we used to listen to shitty music too. Paper Lace's "The Night
Chicago Died", for example.
The
holidays are upon us and I'm working on my list of grievances. I'm
also thinking of setting up a cookie exchange with my local readers.
We
had a pre-holiday celebration in the big city with the #1s last
night. We stayed at their Corona Heights pied–à–terre.
Surprisingly, they didn't charge us. It was available since their
tenant had recently moved on.
We
had a fine meal at Canela. Check it out.
#1
chose a great Tempranillo. I like wine, I just can pick anything
except Zinfandel. We had an array of tapas. The Tortilla Espanola,
Serrano ham flatbread and gambas were the highlights, but all were
good. The owner came by and chatted with us for a while. My wife
mentioned my semester in Spain. The owner was likely in diapers when
I was there.
After
dinner we were off to ABV, a hipster bar. We were untroubled by the
fact that we were thoroughly out of place. Their cocktails were
good and Mrs. #1 took a picture of them. Let me know if you want a
copy. #1 took a series of coasters that said "Thank you"
from a few domestic and international locales. The one from Detroit
said "F@#$ off"
This
morning it was back to domestic bliss. I went grocery shopping and
spotted a car sporting elves ears. These were fastened to the rear
windows, as you've probably seen with Giants or Niners flags. The
car passed me on Hillsdale and when I got a little further up I saw
one of the ears in the roadway. Vincent van Gogh came to mind.