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The weather in San Francisco has been amazing. This weekend it was in the low 80’s. It was the perfect weather for wine tasting. I met up with some of my old coworkers and we spent the day in the Russian Valley/Dry Creek area tasting some wonderful wines. These ladies are so much fun. Although they are a lot older than I am (youngest one is in her mid 40’s), I fit right in with them and we have a blast. I think I have an old soul. After hitting up 5 wineries and purchasing 6 bottles of wine, I met up with my mom and had dinner with her. I should add that I took a nap because having a driver take us around Wine Country and being poured generous amounts of wine, I was feeling no pain when we got back. I got to taste this epic 2003 Cabernet Sauvignon from Amista Winery that was so great. It was just a tease though as they don’t sell it anymore. Bastards! I did get a bottle of their 2004 Cab which is pretty damn good.

Sunday, I really did not want to leave my house at all but when I saw how gorgeous the weather was, I decided to get up and go out even if it was just for a drive. I drove through Ocean Beach and it was packed. I opened up my sunroof and was blasting some AltNation. It was like I was cruising on the Great Highway for as slow as we were going. So many people were driving around smoking pot & I swear I was getting contact high. And let me tell you, I am not complaining about that. Speaking of which, Happy 420! I ended up doing a little shopping and then came home to do some laundry. Exciting stuff =)

I was going to fill out my application to reregister for school last night but instead I started looking at old pictures that I want to scan and then started listening to Nine Inch Nails. Wow, music is so freaking powerful sometimes. You know how you can hear a song or record and it takes you back in time. I was listening to The Downward Spiral which came out in 1994. I was a sophomore that year and filled with so much teenage angst. Ahhh the good old days. That was the year when my parents marriage started to really get craptacular and my relationship with both of them started to just get worse. That year was also the year a someone who I thought was a friend hurt me and I realized that I shouldn’t be so trusting. High school girls are the worst. I don’t think I realized that you could be good friends with girls until I got to college. And even then, the people I met were older than me so I didn’t have to deal with the immature BS that surrounded me in high school. You know how people ask you if you would go back in time, what year or point in time you would go back to? Who would seriously go back to high school? I wouldn’t. Or maybe I would to kick myself in the a$$ and tell myself to not put up with the crap that people threw my way.


Off to watch Gossip Girl. How ironic is that?