You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poet.

[raybear]

I have been buying a lot of wine. It's sort of ridiculous. I also bought my first bottle which required me affix a label and write "do not drink until at least 2008". I don't really have a proper cellar, but I think the back dark corner of my pantry will suffice. Maybe. I might look into buidling a mini-cellar in the basement. We'll see how long the obsession lasts, or rather the minor mania attached.

I am still obsessed with bordeaux from st. emilion. In fact, the You-Must-Wait bottle is one of those. I have another one and a half I can drink sooner. The half bottle isn't opened -- it's an actual half (demi) bottle. I'm sort of obsessed with those too. I also have a half bottle of a sauvignon blanc, a half bottle of sauternes, and a half bottle of a sauternes-esque newish wine. I also have more regular bottles, two california wines, a zinfandel and a petite sirah, which is strange for me, as I am usually a french snob. So yeah. I have been buying a lot of wine. Especially considering I am the only person in the house drinking it. Maybe I should invite people over more often. Hey, now you know I will serve you good wine.

Last weekend I was drinking a different bordeaux -- 2003 Chateau Puygueraud. It was ok. I don't remember anything remarkable about it. Which means I will probably forget about it and buy it again. No, hopefully not, that's why I'm writing all this down, right? To prevent that?

And I am currently drinking this spanish wine that I'm totally in love with: 2005 Dehesa Gago (from the Toro region). It goes POW in the beginning, all dark and fruity, practically effervescent, then it disappears (where does it go?), but then it comes back in your mouth and has a dry finish. And then you want another sip. And another. And another. Which is dangerous, cause this wine is 14% alcohol, a little higher than usual. I want to buy another bottle to take with me to Ojai next month.

Oh yeah, I'm going to Ojai next month. For a weekend writing retreat. I am super psyched. It will be 72 hours with 4 of my favorite writers (my antioch clan) in two adjoining hotel rooms with kitchenettes, with breaks to swim in the pool and look at the mountains. I should have done this in early February. Next year. I will go somewhere sunny and relaxing and creative in the darkest part of the year, both weather and mood-wise.

Hello, March, you are a month I never remember because I'm so busy recovering after everything sucking for so long. Welcome!

I wrote at work tonight. Like creative writing. That is rare. Now I'm all hyper.

If I was a torch singer, I would roll around on the piano at the end of the night and close out my set with "One For My Baby." But only if I could sound like Dianne Reeves while doing it.

Oh, and I think I've decided on going to San Francisco at the end of June for a week-plus, in honor of my birthday.

Oh! Oh! And this is my new user icon that I made from a photo by broqued. From our adventure with keetbabe and dommeyourass up to Racine, Wisconsin, to eat the world's best chicken sandwich. And then shopping at a department store's 85% clearance sale. B and I got matching sweaters! We haven't appeared in public together yet. I never did write about that. I think because that weekend was the ice storm and seeing Babel and the Oscars and I just never got around to it.

I will stop this entry before I embarass myself...more.

Comments

[trooper6.livejournal.com]

Your title is a Michael Penn quote...no?

One for My Baby (and One More For the Road)

[raybear.livejournal.com]

(Johnny Mercer/Harold Arlen)

It's quarter to three,
There's no one in the place 'cept you and me
So set 'em' up Joe
I got a little story I think you should know

We're drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

I got the routine
Put another nickel in the machine
Feeling so bad
Can't you make the music easy and sad

I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
Just make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

You'd never know it
But buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things I'd liketo say
And when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me
Till it's all, all talked away

Well, that's how it goes
And Joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close
So Thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear

But this torch that I found
It's gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road

Re: One for My Baby (and One More For the Road)

[trooper6.livejournal.com]

I love that song.

What hazy lyric I had in my mind mistakenly was from Michael Penn's Free Time:

Bells clang
I guess it's a holiday
Did that rhyme?
Shit!I'm a poet now.
So give me stuff for free

Not at all the same.

Hm...you'll be in LA? maybe we can have lunch?

Re: One for My Baby (and One More For the Road)

[raybear.livejournal.com]

Funny who things get triggered though -- emotional commonalities, if not lyrical ones!

I will be passing through LA, mostly to and from the airport. But maybe Monday morning, breakfast before I fly out? I haven't actually bought the plane ticket, just scouted out the times and prices I want.