I want to get a-way... I want to fly a-way..yeah..YEAH

Well it looks like all the talk of friends getting away has gotten to me. I cannot wait until October for Mexico and the desire to run away is very present.

So far it is looking like a short trip at the end of March to our favorite spot in Elk, California (near Mendocino) at the Sandpiper House Inn. (Yes, I know. Nothing like spelling it out. It is a house and also an inn.)

In 2002, we had the best homemade breakfast of Bourbon Chocolate Waffles (I know, may sound kind of "yuck", but they were fabu!) made lovingly by owner Althea which she rightly served with very thick and very yummy bacon along side my kind of standing-spoon coffee. They also treated us to the most incredible wine and cheese host with local wines from neighboring vineyards in Navarro and Philo - hence the names of the kittens we picked up there on that same first trip!

Going to the sea clears my my mind and invigorates me so completely that I feel I have taken the most wonderfully long journey. A rest well needed indeed considering my last couple of posts.

Here's to the sea!

I aim to please...

More Hard Gay you say? Can't get enough of that crazy-leather-clad, borderline character from Japan? Well here you are fans...

She's BALD, Jerry, BALD...

I loved that episode of Seinfeld. It's my two-cents on the no-news, hairless hootchie-mama that is Britney. Why, God, does SHE get to have kids?

Ode to Art Grrls Everywhere

She wears knee-socks

the un-mates that I will leave to suffer in silence

on her, look sweet

She sews and

cuts
and places holes in all the right places

Everything works out when you can front a Bettie Page, a Pageboy, a Bob, or a Shag

She runs down alleys

She rides mopeds

She struts - chin out She knows what lies behind a wink

or a tear

All she needs is a canvas

You're Sick...Sick I Tell You!

Well damn. I saw it coming. Working late again. No lunch. Pushing the limits of just how many times I can say, "Sure. No problem" without loosing my cool and now I am home launching my own brand of lung-butter. Partly my own damn fault though. After two years off the ciggies, I was feeling fine and nary a inkling of a cold or flu ran past me. Although the desire to smoke was always there. I really did enjoy the act of it because it usually involved a bar, friends who also drank and smoke and a joke or two in between. A lot of pent up stress was worked out in this way and in this most seductive environment. Overall, however, I despised the actual ashtray smelly all over hobo feeling it left me with. So I quit. Sometimes the occasional one here and there to remind me of why I quit would happen. But under duress, I have a tendency to be self-destructive and so I began lighting up just in time for the new year!

At first, I said it would be one a day. Just after work and preferably with a cocktail in hand. Just to relax. Ah, and there the lie began. It is too much sometimes to be so familiar with an act and think somehow you are not really, actually, going to become addicted. So amazing to be in my head and actually looking at the cigarette butts piling up and believing whole-heartidly this one in my hand is the last one. Even now, I am devising ways of how to somehow stick to the one cigarette rule despite the last 72 hours of my own impression of Bill the Cat.

I have very supportive friends and in truth, I could be less lazy with the mind and begin a healthier approach to relaxation. But where do I start?

Anyone know where I can find a jukebox, some oxygen and a joke telling little person name Madge?

This town is BARELY big enough for another Queen.

Laura be a dear love and fetch me my champie. I do love a good Queen.

Here are some early morning snapshots of the Queen Mary 2 off the deck of my sunrise cruise on the working gals QM2- the MV Chug-A-Lug. Caught a glimpse of her after just giving berth to Pier 27 and boy was she tired! A lot of noise about town on just how long she had to wait for the tide to recede so her most welcomed 115,000 ton royal badass could clear the Golden Gate Bridge.

So long Queenie. Thanks for reminding us in SF that size does matter.

Purple Reins Again!

I am in love with Prince all over again. That freakalicious dandy guitarman was bustin'out the hits... in the RAIN (the PURPLE RAIN...) Did you check out the hotties flanking him? And what about the holy rightous take on the Foo Fighters' Best of You? Kickin' muthalovinass! Big thanks to Ann Althouse for the photo!
Shake that Ass you SMF! 0-->

Pearl Restaurant- Napa, California

Pearl Restaurant was an amazing feast for both the eyes and tummy. Most enjoyable - Pot de Creme. Shoulda had that FIRST!

Here's a big thanks to the always fantabeaulos Chris and Michelle for hussling the wine cellar and filling my head with dreams of Paris. To Arianna and her fabulous NY-do'(How can one gal be so damn cute?) To Ari's mate, Chris, for showing me the ropes on how to take a proper table shot and for enduring the endless flashes of light in his eyes just to get the four shots you see here. (Oh yeah, and for allowing me to grope Ari! I slept well last night!) To Jennifer for her amazing ability to throw $5.00 words around like a lasso at a rodeo while holding down her hootch. A big Yip!Yip! Cowgirl! to that! and never last and always closest to my heart, my sweetiepie, Laura, because she's a bad mama-jamma, just as fine as she can be...HEY!