Wednesday is one of my favorite days of my week, usually. Wednesday is the day my sweetie usually has off of work, and so, it ends up like being a bit of weekend in the middle of the week. And hump day, in a couple of respects.
This lovely, mild and sunny mid-week weekend found us at the Lagunitas Brewery, known as the Petaluma TapRoom & Beer Sanctuary, where we enjoyed FREE beer and FREE food. Sweetie is well-connected in the world of food and beverage.
We are quite spontaneous and make wise and often very expensive decisions as our level of intoxication increases. Our original plan was to return to Napa for the evening, after our afternoon at the Beer Sanctuary, but with all that free high ABV percentage beer in our guts, clouding our duty to be prudent and impairing our ability to drive DUI free, we opted for a Hotels.com bargain at our favorite hotel in Petaluma, the aptly named Hotel Petaluma (which usually has me humming the Eagles “Hotel California”, but singing Petaluma, instead).
We safely navigated our way there, parked the car for the night, checked in, and when hungry again, made our way through the historic part of town, proximate to the hotel, on foot, to our favorite restaurant; Central Market.
Number of pictures taken: 76 (mostly food, beer, wine, and architecture)
Number of selfies: 3
Glasses of wine: Three
Spontaneity factor: High
Spending factor: High
Caloric factor: High
Activity factor: horizontal aerobics, twelve ounce curls, and strolling, only
No time filler/video stimulation required today – NetFlix = no, YouTube = no
NetFlix Review from last night (September 1st):
“Hannah Takes the Stairs” – interesting. Very real, every blemish and every wart. The script, however unscripted, had some great stuff embedded within. My parting thoughts; my life is totally inadequate and incomplete as I’ve never had a very deep conversation in my bathtub, a very small bathtub, with my BFF, in goggles and sunglasses, respectively, nor have I ever played a trumpet duet in my bathtub, a very small bathtub, with my sweetie.
“The OH in Ohio” – Where to begin? Paul Rudd. That’s it, need I say more? Damn. But, wait, how about Paul Rudd saying that female orgasm actually comes from the Pubococcygeus_muscle. Other quotes from the movie: “end of tyranny of clitoral orgasm” and Mischa Barton, “you’re addicted to your vibrator”, at which point, after a failed lesbian interlude (with Mischa Barton), the heroine puts her vibrator in the garbage disposal. Seems a double tragedy; you’d require both a new garbage disposal and a new vibrator. And, the topper; Liza Minnelli in a pink, silk, cape that says “Masturbation” on the back. Danny DeVito was priceless, “swimming equals rebirth.” Not a movie for the timid, but for the rest of you, I totally recommend it! All I know is I want a pool, with a wicked waterslide.