Wedding Bells

The wife and I spent the weekend at The Pendry, a luxury hotel in San Diego, because we are luxurious people.  We were there for the wedding of my wife’s cousin’s son.  The blessed event took place on Saturday, which happened to be our 34th anniversary.  We were also wed in San Diego.

We had a great time seeing family and friends.  I could say that the best part of the wedding was the touching vows the couple created for each other, or the best man and maid of honor speeches, or the stellar drink, chow and music. Those were all excellent, but my favorite part of the wedding was when my blog came up during cocktail hour.  Several relatives raved about my Christmas letter and were besides themselves when they found out I had a blog.  I emailed them the link and I’m expecting a massive hit count any day now.

I’m currently #12 in my March Madness pool, but I’ll move up to third if Kansas takes their next game, only to be surpassed by my nephew and #1.  The Wolv held the early lead, but his judgement was clouded by his Michiganderness. Make sure to send me your $100 entry fee as soon as possible and remember that the split is 20% for first place, 20% for second place and 60% for third.

I’ve been giving the blog name taxonomy a bit of thought lately.  Earlier in the tournament The Wolv could have taken over the #1 title, and we’d rename #1 The Exec as The Exec has advocated for previously.  But #1 will be retiring shortly so I’d have to call him the Ex-Exec.  So, what would I call the Exec?  The Sonoma RV Warrior?  And the Hotelier isn’t even running a hotel anymore.  Maybe I’ll give them all bar names and be done with it.

I know you’ve come here for investment advice but unless you read this before the market closes today, you are SOL.  I put my vast stock analysis skills to use today and bought a LULU $340 put.  I can either brag on tonight’s boys call, based on after-hours activity, or get a pile of shit.  At least I won’t get a pile of shit for not having blogged lately.

Nina Agdal got not one, but two Yahoo articles today. Of course, her abs were mentioned, but it also happens to be her birthday, so she said 30 is the new 20.  Who the hell is Nina Agdal?

Back By Popular Demand

I told the boys last night that I was thinking about getting a post up yesterday to avoid getting crap on the weekly call, but I was tied up with other important activities, like doing crosswords and getting in some laps at the pool. In any case, I should not have feared derision from these gentle souls.  They really want to hear my thoughts and views, and I appreciate it. #1 mentioned the date of my last post and even a busy scientist like The Belgian asked me to send him my blog link. I got such a warm and fuzzy. You buying any of this?

I got Kanye West and Pete Davidson on my mind.  I’m sensing those two will never be friends.  There was a headline today that Kanye feared Pete would get Kim addicted to drugs, but I think the only addiction she needs to be worried about is undeserved fame. Plus, I though Petey had given up the weed.  He does get to go into space via Bezos’ dick rocket, although I thought he was already there. Did you see Kim’s recent advice?  She stated "I have the best advice for women in business. Get your effing ass up and work. It seems like nobody wants to work these days." Preposterous, no? What the hell is your definition of work?  I’ll play prognosticator and say that Pete/Kim will be over before the end of the summer.

Anyone want to know who’s flashing next level toned abs?  Ok, I’ll move on.

The wife and I are heading to Bellota at the end of the month for some tapas and Tempranillo and maybe some squid ink paella.  I decided I wanted to stay out of the city until then because I’m scared of robots.  Why?  Because robots are strong. 

https://www.sfgate.com/food/article/treat-vending-robots-at-SF-parks-16975139.php

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4Gh_IcK8UM

My bud The Wig is connected. He’s having a fund raiser at his stately Richmond home for three Virginia congresswomen.  I was thinking about making a donation and stopping in for the event, but he has stipulated that no SUNY Binghamton alumni attend besides for himself.  The Wig is a solid citizen, and his wife has done tireless volunteer work for the Democratic Party, so I wish them the best for this event.  I can’t even get an audience with the mayor of Foster City.

Lauren Boebert is owning the libs again.  She said she yelled during SOTU because she was speaking up for fallen military heroes. She referenced a letter from the mother of a lieutenant corporal, a rank that doesn’t exist.  I think we should give her and MTG honorary ranks of General Nuts in the Space Force. Either that or get the Gazpacho after them.

OK people. Get your picks in for my Yahoo NCAA tourney and enjoy a pint of Guinness tomorrow. I’ll close with this humorous article I recently came across regarding the patron saint of Long Island.

https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/billy-joel-plays-piano-man-for-the-first-time-at-the-bar-he-based-the-song-on

Genius?

Do you remember that time disgraced ex-President Nixon praised Brezhnev’s “genius” for invading Afghanistan?  Of course you don’t, because even a wanker like Tricky Dick would never stoop to such depths.  Those were the days when Republicans treated Russians with suspicion, not bonhomie. I cannot fathom how anyone could support Trump after his recent statements.  Republican elected officials go along with him because they are terrified of him, but there are millions of Americans that still love the guy.  And I can’t consider them my fellow Americans when they take Comrade Carlson’s blather for truth.  As far as Vlad goes, I’ve seen many articles saying he is unhinged, and that Ukraine will be his Waterloo.  On the first point there’s little doubt, but we can only hope the second is correct.

Other than that, everything is going great.  MTG is canoodling with white supremacists and Boebert the Boob is talking about freeing Canada.  These two are gaffe machines and if there is any justice in the world, they will both be defeated soundly in November. Hopefully blackshirt Paul Gosar will be swept out along with them.

On the home front, my wife and I put together the replacement for the aforementioned shitbox yesterday afternoon.  This was accomplished without vitriol and now we have a place to display all our lovely succulents.  Since my wife loves to entertain, I’m sure we’ll have people over this weekend to show it off.  Last weekend we had The Hoteliers and Charlie over for an early dinner, since Charlie had an 6am flight the next day.  I disappointed my wife by having dinner ready 10 minutes early, which did not allow her enough time to do her part, which was microwaving the vegetables she had roasted earlier.  I vowed to her that I’d do better next time.

The night before many folks from the FC village got together to go to the Picasso Immersive Exhibition in SF.  I like being immersed as much as the next guy. It was a pretty cool event, with paintings and video running on a loop. The venue had a bar, so we had a quick one before we trekked over to Fable for an excellent meal on their patio.  On our walk back from the restaurant we encountered a solid citizen puffing away on a joint.  We caught up with him at the red light and chatted him up.  He then dug into his bag to hand us a hybrid pre-roll.  Who says that cities are cold places?

tinyurl.com/2p95wj3f

https://www.fablesf.com/

Today marks 16 years since I started this blog.  This is my 648th post.  Who could have predicted a shy boy from upstate NY would rise to such heights?

My wife mentioned recently that we need to make a donation to help Ukraine.  We have not done so yet, but we are on board with the rest of the free world, even neutral Switzerland, in trying to help.