World of Wasabi

what the f*ck! over.

I have certain people that I read - as does everyone. But tonight it was all about love, togetherness, relationships .... blah, blah, blah ....

Those of you that are THERE know my pain. Great - I am so GLAD for you - I think it it wonderful that YOU are smitten. Kudos. But stop fucking gushing on an on about it. I know you aren't doing it intentionally - and I know I will do it when I get there ---- but DAMN sometimes -especially when my palet is dry - it is so hard to swallow.

I do drink water. And the well is full. But the fishing is sparce right at the moment. And your big fucking guppie that is wiggling on the end of the rope is pissing me off .... don't make me cut that rope!

Optimisism can kill.... it should come with a warning label.

The grass IS always greener but right now it has been a drought on this side.

God bless the single life.

listen

I have got something to say.

If you have been lucky enough to snag someone to put up with your shit and they stick around ..... by God then you are REALLY fucking lucky. Sometimes you get even luckier and have the chance of having two people worship you - get over yourself and decide. Because if you wait .... you might lose the chance of a lifetime and God doesn't hand those out for free. Don't screw up.....

You know that I am talking to you.

Ass kickin'

Have you ever had a day where you just got your ass kicked by the world? Well that was my day in a nut shell. I love my job. I get paid to travel, all expenses paid, per diem, the works. My job puts me in situations to meet great interesting people. I get enough free time to go and experience the places that I am lucky enough to get assigned to - in fact right now as we speak I am about 60 miles from San Diego. Pretty nice.

But this week - and it's only tuesday - I have just been beaten down.

I am on an assignment that I am just not prepared for - with no fault on my part. I just haven't been given the information up front and it's just killing my ego. I like being in charge, the expert, the word of god. But right now I'm not - in fact I've learn more from the people I'm supposed to be teaching, short cuts and whatnots, and that's not supposed to happen. It's hard to gain respect if they know more than you do.

I know I will get them through the conversion but it's just miserable trying to train when they look at me each day like we already know what the fuck you are saying...give us something new.

But enough bitchin'.

I did get to have a fabulous weekend in San Diego. I got to lay on the beach and eat fabulous food and dance in some pretty kick ass clubs. I even got a little which is always nice.

So enough venting.

hot mama

Last night I went to a fantastic steakhouse called Kirby's. As I sat at this beautiful place eating my beef tenderloin medallions, with lump crab and asparagus, with a lovely béarnaise sauce..... I was people watching of course. One lady caught my eye; she was decked out to the nines. She was about 60 something, silver hair all swept up in a classy do, hot red pants, beautiful jewelry, a very slim but sexy cane and the kicker was she had on three-inch heels. All I could think was "you go girl!"

I hope I have that much spunk when I am that age.

Ringing in 33

Well it all started about midnight Friday night. I got in Tampa at 11pm and was drinking at a bar called Howl at the Moon by 12am. It was a dueling piano place.... very fun.... they sang great 'sing along songs' that you know all the words too! 'Sweet Caroline', 'If you like Pina Coladas', 'Shook me all night long’.... you know the ones. We closed that place down, and drove back to the hotel - it was a full moon and we had a fantastic view of the water right outside of the hotel. Life is good.

Saturday ate a fat breakfast and headed for the beach. Of course had to have a couple of cocktails just to set the day off right. I went for a good ol' mug of ice-cold beer. Just something about it screams beach time to me. Then we played in the water for a few hours, took a nap in the sun and life was perfect.

Then got ready and went out to Eborg (a couple block stretch of many, many bars and restaurants) we hit an Irish Pub, and sports bar, a sushi place, and a dance club. Drug our butts home at about 3am but all and all a very well rounded evening.

Sunday, my actual birthday, my sister hooked us up with a brunch cruise on this kick ass yacht. There was amazing food, fun fruity drinks and a reggae band playing on the top deck. It was a balmy 87 degrees and the wind was whipping through my hair. Again, life is good.

Went back to the hotel and took a tiny nap. Then showered and back to the beach, this time we hung out at a tiki bar right on the water. This calls for the perfect margarita ......

Six margarita's later and I find myself talking to this very hot man with a voice that sounds exactly like Matthew McConaughey. Seriously, I even shut my eyes a couple of times just to make sure. Anyway he just happened to have a boat and a friend for my sister. And so the next thing I know I am cruisin on this huge boat and we pull up to this kick ass house. Evel Knievel was there neighbor and John Travolta's house was about a mile around the bend. Very nice place. So the boys give us a tour and make fun fruity drinks and we go swimming and hot tubbing. I won't go into the gory details but it was one fantastic most awesome day. And that's the only way to describe it.

Of course I had to catch a plane the next day (Monday) and so at 4am I am racing back to the hotel to shower and get to the airport by 6am. Had to check out of the hotel, drop off the car and run to my gate. Was at my job by 1pm - smelling like a brewery I am sure. But I made it.....

Man, I feel like a rock star!