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2002-02-22 - 8:48 a.m.
Bolstered by Elmore Leonard
and John MacDonald audio books, mellowed by Chris Isaak, Mazzy
Star and Aimee Mann, we're hitting the road this morning. About
6 hours of boooorrring Interstate 5 driving, for the most part,
to get to our beloved Seafood & Wine festival in Newport.
Mmm. Seafood. Wine. Lots of both. Raw oysters, shlorked up like
jello shots. 4592 'tastes' from various local vineyards. Wrenching, painful
headaches developed by 3 PM. Oh yeah.
Last year's festival happened
to fall on a shockingly warm and sunny Saturday. After making
the rounds for a few hours, JB and I bought a few bottles to
go, a couple dozen oysters, and headed to the beach. We were
there with a couple we're friends with; we all played with their
golden retriever and basked in the sun. JB found a burning log
from someone else's campfire, and we roasted oysters and drank
wine. We watched a kid flying a very fast and complicated looking
kite. Gracie, the dog, chased about a million sticks. It was
very close to a perfect day.
So I'll tell ya all about this
year's shindig when I get back. Have a fantabulous weekend.
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2002-02-21 - He
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Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
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