Where’s the Production?
That is a variation on a theme I’ve heard in conversations and Zoom calls the last few weeks. I realize it has been agonizing for my readership not to have a blog post of mine to read for almost a month, so it is time to remedy that.
Let’s go back to July 10. The previous day I had wrapped up a seven and half year stint at a large telecommunications concern and the wife and I were off to a Tahoe adventure. We stayed at the luxurious digs of the TCGs. That first night started out with a cocktail hour at #2’s recently refurbished front yard up the road. There were additional friends there, including a very cute infant, but they left before dinner, which I was in charge of. As you can imagine, it was quite the feast. I produced a perfectly crafted beer can chicken with scrumptious sides. Everyone raved.
The next day we went out on the boat to Meeks Bay. It was very warm, but the water was too cold for me to venture in. At one point a young man asked if he could sit on our boat, but we soon realized he was in trouble, so Mrs. TCG sprang into action and swam over to him with a life preserver. Btw, Mrs. TCG will now go by her bar name Katie, as my wife has finally supplied me those names. After the excitement, we had a beer and lunch and then put up the bimini to cool down. The evening brought a driveway cocktail hour and a few laughs. For some reason I did a little song and dance, Billie Jean style, which a few folks found entertaining, probably because they have been stuck inside for so long. We then proceeded to the deck, where we goofed around while TCG grilled up a chunk of meat. We left the next day, saddened we could not hug it out.
Last weekend prominently featured our new backyard, which is complete except for some electrical work. What the hell good is a pergola unless you have festival lights and heaters? The only thing on my wish list that the wife put the kibosh on was the koi pond. Friday night we moved the weekly driveway cocktail hour to our house and our neighbors were delighted with the transformation out back. Saturday brought the Hoteliers and their pal and ours, as well as their tenant, Charlie, another newly christened bar name. In hindsight I probably should not have given Charlie one of those 3-2-1 margaritas.
Since we are on the name theme, I can share that the Hotelier’s daughter in law was not happy that she does not have a blog name. Apparently, Mrs. Hotelier SB1 will not do the trick, so she needs a bar name. I also noticed that Mrs. Hotelier was left off the bar name list, but I think I understand why. As I explained to the whole crew, I wanted to give them a chance to see the backyard before we dump them to start hanging out with a better class of people.
This Thursday ended up being a big social day. The Exec came down from his Sonoma perch to hang with us a bit. He looks fit as a fiddle. We enjoyed a vegetarian lunch of falafel wraps from our local Mediterranean concern and discussed his new life as a country squire. We wrapped the day with our usual driveway cocktail session up the road, which was held early this week.
Friday night Mashie and Unc joined us. They brought some takeout from Cobani in San Mateo. We turned on the recently connected fountain to complete the ambience. It was a mellow night compared to previous Saturday, mainly because the Hotelier crew is a bunch of maniacs.
Last night we invited the newly arrived #1s. Mrs. #1 will heretofore be referred to as Barbie. They were fresh off their two week “soft” quarantine after their return from Singapore. I was going to ask how soft it was, but I didn’t want to confuse matters. We served the same grilled chicken thighs we had last week. If something works, why mess with it. That was accompanied by my wife’s corn bread and cabbage salad. It is great to have them back in town. I still managed to get into bed by 9:30, which was a little late for me. The only downside of the whole evening was when the wife got pissed at me for trying to recycle a beer can in one of her new, empty flowerpots.
What is the next topic you’d like to hear about, gubmint or celebs? Maybe I’ll try to touch on both. It seems Trump is having a tough go of it lately, which should be expected when an incompetent sociopath holds the most important and powerful job in the world. And his minions in Congress are having difficulty extending a plan to help a large portion of the populace pay their rent and buy groceries in these grievous times. At least I haven’t heard any recent noise about dismantling Obamacare, although it still seems to me that members of the GOP don’t care if people have to crawl off somewhere to croak from preventable diseases. On the plus side, I enjoyed watching AOC rip Yoho the Yahoo a new one.
In celeb news, Taylor dropped her new album at midnight EDT Friday, which means I was able to download it right before I went to bed and have her sing me to sleep. I also posted on FB that all the Kardashians unfollowed Larsa Pippen on Instagram. I’m not sure what is going on, but I can only hope they can work it out.
OK folks, I’ll try to make August a bit more fecund than July vis a vis the blog, but don’t hold your breath. Virtual hugs to all.
Let’s go back to July 10. The previous day I had wrapped up a seven and half year stint at a large telecommunications concern and the wife and I were off to a Tahoe adventure. We stayed at the luxurious digs of the TCGs. That first night started out with a cocktail hour at #2’s recently refurbished front yard up the road. There were additional friends there, including a very cute infant, but they left before dinner, which I was in charge of. As you can imagine, it was quite the feast. I produced a perfectly crafted beer can chicken with scrumptious sides. Everyone raved.
The next day we went out on the boat to Meeks Bay. It was very warm, but the water was too cold for me to venture in. At one point a young man asked if he could sit on our boat, but we soon realized he was in trouble, so Mrs. TCG sprang into action and swam over to him with a life preserver. Btw, Mrs. TCG will now go by her bar name Katie, as my wife has finally supplied me those names. After the excitement, we had a beer and lunch and then put up the bimini to cool down. The evening brought a driveway cocktail hour and a few laughs. For some reason I did a little song and dance, Billie Jean style, which a few folks found entertaining, probably because they have been stuck inside for so long. We then proceeded to the deck, where we goofed around while TCG grilled up a chunk of meat. We left the next day, saddened we could not hug it out.
Last weekend prominently featured our new backyard, which is complete except for some electrical work. What the hell good is a pergola unless you have festival lights and heaters? The only thing on my wish list that the wife put the kibosh on was the koi pond. Friday night we moved the weekly driveway cocktail hour to our house and our neighbors were delighted with the transformation out back. Saturday brought the Hoteliers and their pal and ours, as well as their tenant, Charlie, another newly christened bar name. In hindsight I probably should not have given Charlie one of those 3-2-1 margaritas.
Since we are on the name theme, I can share that the Hotelier’s daughter in law was not happy that she does not have a blog name. Apparently, Mrs. Hotelier SB1 will not do the trick, so she needs a bar name. I also noticed that Mrs. Hotelier was left off the bar name list, but I think I understand why. As I explained to the whole crew, I wanted to give them a chance to see the backyard before we dump them to start hanging out with a better class of people.
This Thursday ended up being a big social day. The Exec came down from his Sonoma perch to hang with us a bit. He looks fit as a fiddle. We enjoyed a vegetarian lunch of falafel wraps from our local Mediterranean concern and discussed his new life as a country squire. We wrapped the day with our usual driveway cocktail session up the road, which was held early this week.
Friday night Mashie and Unc joined us. They brought some takeout from Cobani in San Mateo. We turned on the recently connected fountain to complete the ambience. It was a mellow night compared to previous Saturday, mainly because the Hotelier crew is a bunch of maniacs.
Last night we invited the newly arrived #1s. Mrs. #1 will heretofore be referred to as Barbie. They were fresh off their two week “soft” quarantine after their return from Singapore. I was going to ask how soft it was, but I didn’t want to confuse matters. We served the same grilled chicken thighs we had last week. If something works, why mess with it. That was accompanied by my wife’s corn bread and cabbage salad. It is great to have them back in town. I still managed to get into bed by 9:30, which was a little late for me. The only downside of the whole evening was when the wife got pissed at me for trying to recycle a beer can in one of her new, empty flowerpots.
What is the next topic you’d like to hear about, gubmint or celebs? Maybe I’ll try to touch on both. It seems Trump is having a tough go of it lately, which should be expected when an incompetent sociopath holds the most important and powerful job in the world. And his minions in Congress are having difficulty extending a plan to help a large portion of the populace pay their rent and buy groceries in these grievous times. At least I haven’t heard any recent noise about dismantling Obamacare, although it still seems to me that members of the GOP don’t care if people have to crawl off somewhere to croak from preventable diseases. On the plus side, I enjoyed watching AOC rip Yoho the Yahoo a new one.
In celeb news, Taylor dropped her new album at midnight EDT Friday, which means I was able to download it right before I went to bed and have her sing me to sleep. I also posted on FB that all the Kardashians unfollowed Larsa Pippen on Instagram. I’m not sure what is going on, but I can only hope they can work it out.
OK folks, I’ll try to make August a bit more fecund than July vis a vis the blog, but don’t hold your breath. Virtual hugs to all.
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