We’ve had lots of marine fog over the last two days, so it’s a lot less glamorous than my pics now. Last night to fill the gap between dinner and bed I decided to ‘get lost’ in the car - something I’ve been doing a lot of to get to know the area. But once I’d done “Coyote Road” and followed the sign to “West Mountain” (cos I knew I was East of home) my bottle began to give out as I was on a pitch dark winding mountainside road in the fog and I wasn’t sure where I was. After a few more twists I wasn’t even sure which way I was facing! Eventually I stopped the car and got out to look around. By then the fog was clear and I was there alone on a dark mountainside with a huge clear dome of stars and the sound of frogs/toads all around… it was great! I decided to turn around at the next opportunity as I’d been driving for about 10 minutes and the only thing I still knew was the way back. When the next opportunity came, there were street lights and there was a clear route down, off the mountainside, so I took that instead. And just as I was about to give in again, I found Mission Ridge Road, which is the road my road branches off. I seem to have the habit of giving up just before I get there, so I’m gong to turn up my intrepidness by 5% and see where that gets me! I was on a completely unknown part of Mission Ridge Road, but made a judgement about which way to drive on it, and wound up home without hitch!
I couldn’t quite make them all out in the dark, but I passed some pretty ostentatious properties. Santa Barbara is a kind of holiday home for LA’s glitterati, e.g. Wacko (Jackson, not Warner)… I had visions of accidentally straying up a driveway in the dark and my confusion, and getting shot by attack rottweilers with laser beam eyes or something.
Ok. Something went wrong with girls’ names around here in the mid 70’s. So far I have met the following women at work:
Judi, Jane, Michelle, Annette, Susan, Alison and Tracy
And in the evenings out dancing I have met:
Rashmi, Erin, Sandronella (or something: “call me Sandy”) and Tamarind. She’s a nice girl, but it must be tough being named after a poo-shaped fruit.
Well, already knew it was hard, but i thought i was up to the challenge… after tonight i’m not so sure. I know how a newbie guy feels at salsa now faced with the critical eye and politely mute face of a partner who is clearly levels above him. I imagine i’ll drop out of level 2 pretty soon but no great loss as it’s the same price to do both levels as to do just one.
I’m in ‘left at albuquerque’ - some kind of texan or mexican cuisine. I ordered a quesidilla starter out of curiosity… i’ve just polished that off and it was nice but i’m full. My cowardice prevented me following the Carter diet so i think i’ll be missing lunch tomorrow.
Fajitas for main course. If i’d realised the size of the ‘appetizer’ and that they’d bring salsa and a basket of nacho chips as big as my head I probably would’ve skipped main course altogether… Tasty though. Only problem is the one - sided conversation… Enough of me… Tell me about your day..?