Friday Folderol

We got 4M and his posse coming by for dinner tomorrow night.  By posse, I mean his wife and an old roomie.  The roomie is a guy I used to run into at the posh club.  Depending if I enjoy spending quality time with him, I may give him a blog name.

I told them we are having Chicken Piccata, but I really plan to serve Digiorgno, since they’ll never know it’s not delivery.  4M said he’ll bring a case of wine.  We plan to fool and mess around, you know, like we used to. However, to the best of my knowledge, no Puerto Rican girls are dying to meet him, now or ever.

My bud TCG shared an article about hyperconvergence on FB last week, which I sure appreciate.  I asked him if he had any info about harmonic convergence, but he has not responded yet.  He might be busy.

I am not clear on exactly how the Falcons managed to lose SB LI, but it gave me a big sad, especially since I had promoted them so vigorously on my last post. I liked that Gaga lady at halftime.  I guess she got some flack regarding her outfit but she said she was proud of her body.  I am too.  And she got a shout out from right wing It Girl Tomi Lahren for not politicizing the event.  Tomi did not acquit herself too well on Real Time a few weeks ago, so I think she ought to shut her yapper.

Speaking of people that don’t know what they are talking about, I have begun to speculate when the spewing tangerine grifter will depart the White House.  Normally one would think January 2021 or January 2025, but these times are anything but normal.  He will undoubtedly do a great deal more stupid stuff than he already has, but it may not be impeachment that gets him out.  I think the baby man may get tired of not getting his way and take his toys back to Trump Tower. This article says he’s “vexed” that running the government is not like running his business.  Now if you had no idea those two things would be very different, then you are a dumb shit.

http://www.politico.com/story/2017/02/donald-trump-challenges-governing-presidency-234879 

Journaling Is Fun

My spirit animal is a Falcon.

Since I haven’t told you much of what is up with DJ since December, I thought I’d overshare.  I was on the way to the posh club this morning around 8am and I swear I saw some guy taking a leak on Foster City Blvd.  It was by the landscaping next to the new construction adjacent to the club.  The guy could have been working on the sprinkler system, but best I could tell with my perfunctory glance, the flow was downward.

I just got a call from The Wig and I see he took a peak at my blog yesterday.  I miss him too.  He shared a sign that showed “DJ’s Adult Classes “on FB yesterday.  That is open to interpretation.  And the Wolv stopped in at the blog as well, along with my Sweden based high school friend.  I did not go to high school in Sweden, but my friend lives there now.

We had a good dinner at Pausa last night, one of the newest entries in the San Mateo fine dining scene.  Like me, they make their own charcuterie.  The Banker and his wife joined us. We all enjoyed our chow, and I ordered a Valpolicella as though I knew what I was doing.  They stopped in for a nightcap afterward and we watched the Warriors lose in OT.

Last weekend featured a dinner at our house.  My sister and LA joined us for my Coq au Riesling, a Nigella Lawson special. Usually, if a recipe is not from a celebrity chef, I’m not interested.  My brother was supposed to be here as well, but he was ill.  The boy is a bit frail, but his little brother has always watched over him.  We offered the ladies an overnight stay, since they always accommodate us, but they decided to head home at the end of the evening.  I can understand that, because if it wasn’t my house, I wouldn’t stay here either.

I’m with Maher today.  Hopefully I won’t need to edit my post to save face tonight.