Last night we had a cheap wine blind tasting at work. 2009 Robert Mondavi Meritage won. I drank too much as there was no spittoon available which left me to swallow the wine I didn’t spit on the floor. Then I went to a going away thing for another coworker and paid for a drink. How stupid is that?! Then I went to a free Colt 45 Blast event at 111 Minna, but I went to the private party side and ate shrunos which is what I call shrimps when I mistype it.
I then had new friends give me the thumbs ups or downs to show visually whether they liked the catered food item or not. There were skewered things and sliders and veg sushis. I shamelessly devoured them all. Then, like a fool with suspicious minds, I paid for another drink that I didn’t need nor deserve. I couldn’t figure out where to get the drink tix, which is what I call tickets. There were people in blazers and caucasians. And some ladies. I ignored all these and ate more skewers. Then I bolted.
Once home I talked to lady. Then Security showed up at my door and wanted a beer. I gave him a Corona with lime juice squirted into it as I am out of actual lime. Then I made him breakfast tacos and gave him a multivitamin, because I figure he didn’t have enough vitamins. He was going to go to KFC, but had my PB&J and strawberry tacos. Then we jammed and he asked the Lady if she’d marry me. Then he broke a string on my guitar which was tuned to open G which was easier for him to make a harmonious ruckus. Apparently we jammed for hours, because it was later than when bars close most places. Then he left. The end. It was not all a dream, but I do need some extra sleep and fluids.