Meet Sir James Ponticelli!
1 Right? GREAT weekend! I finally met Sir James Ponticelli. I not only met the little fellow; I met him when he was smiling. Sweet Baby James. Listen:
2 I got to break away from family for a couple hours Saturday and visited. I hadn't met him yet, so it was clearly a meeting of the minds.
3 He is a cutie-patootie.
4 Lovely stuff. I can't wait 'til all these babies start getting older and start hanging out with each other.
5 Congrats to the Ponticelli's for having such a beautiful son.
6 Fun visit.
7 Unexpected. I had a small window of time and slid in safely.
8 Nothing like horrid metaphors to start your week!
9 You can run but you can't hide.
10 Moving On, Part One: I don't know about anybody else, but I had an exhausting weekend. I barely slept Thursday night because I hadn't packed. That brought on a minor case of insomnia. I'm publicly complaining about my own idiocy. Allow me to continue:
11 I also hadn't finished writing Friday's DN.
12 Friday morning I wrote and edited my final DN of the week, but launching it stalled due to both computer and user wonkiness. It is generally the latter that seems always to be the author of all my sorrows.
13 I wrote the DN and sent it out to subscribers, but when I tried publishing it to Facebook, I think I forgot to push the share button.
14 Then again, I might have pushed it. Who the hell knows? Don't get old.
15 It poured rain Friday morning, so we also got stalled going down to Santa Clara because I needed to get new wiper blades. They were already at a dangerous level, so got that done. It was like getting new glasses. Quite a sigh of relief, let me tell you. If you haven't replaced yours, I strongly suggest it. Like, today. Seriously.
16 We eventually worked our way back to the Bay, and arrived at Nicoley's place in Santa Clara. We bitched about education for a few hours, and then when Matt got home, went to a local Italian restaurant for dinner. Great place, but lonnnnnnng wait.
17 The week, as it were, was continuing to stall out and stack up.
18 I found myself awakening every hour on the hour Friday night, causing me lots more exhaustion Saturday morning. Nicole made a wonderful pot of coffee, and we watched a cooking show, goofing on the cooks and all, the way you do.
Fun laughs. I had a second cup of coffee. Mind you, I'm not a huge coffee drinker, maybe one cup in the morning and one in late afternoon.
19 Even though I had one glass of red wine at the restaurant, I felt like a hungover wino all day Saturday due to my lack of sleep...
20 When I got to Ponch's Saturday afternoon I knocked. When the door opened, I was met with the sweet aroma of bold coffee. Ponch offered it up, and at first I thought, "I've had a ton of coffee today, WAY more than normal!"
21 "Nah, I'm okay man. I just wanted to zip over and meet the little guy. He's beautiful!"
22 We began chatting and stuff, and suddenly I felt a little woozy, like a cartoon rabbit that had been hit by an anvil.
23 "Dude I think I'll have that coffee!" As you might expect, it was a classic Ponch brew. The guy knows his coffee. We continued boushitting and laughing for the next hour, when the spinning kept happening.
24 Just as I was about to ask for a second cup, he offered it. My quick answer:
25 "Yeah!"
26 That cup emptied more swiftly. Within seconds, I lifted into the air and floated across the room.
27 Laughs.
28 When I returned, I found the house empty. Everyone had gone visiting people. I decided to hunt down a pho place on Steven's Creek Blvd. I drove down toward Highway 17 and realized too late that I was going to get caught in the Saturday night mess at Santana Row.
29 I was way over to the right and needed to make a U-turn three lanes over, and it was pouring rain.
30 Loved me some new windshield wipers.
31 My hunt for a good pho place took me in the other direction, the road to The Starving Musician this great little guitar place near Matt and Nicole's house. On the way I looked swiftly to the right, trying desperately to find a pho place.
32 Finally, around a mile north of The Starving Musician, I saw a small yellow sign with red writing that said, "PHO."
33 I loved the place. It had mustard walls, rusty pipes, and chemicals in boxes stacked in the rest room. My kind of place.
34 The food came fast, and was beautifully presented. The garnishes were big and bright, with lots of fresh sprouts, large jalapenos, and all the rest.
35 The spoon they provided was the best. Ever eat pho and have the spoon slip into the drink? This spoon had a ladle-end on it so you could hook it to the bowl!
36 And their ice-milk coffee...to die for...
37 You see where this is headed.
38 I paid and left a huge tip and couldn't believe how that fat bowl of hot pho finally cured me of my exhaustion. I felt like Peter Goddamn Pan.
39 The rain continued to pour. I decided to gas up my car for the journey home so that it would already be done. I swiped my card at this gas station right next to The Starving Musician. It didn't work. Please see cashier.
40 I shot to the moon and back, and hopped right back into the car. I became Mr. Weeler. "Screw that! I'll go somewhere that I can just pump gas without human beings!" I said to no one in particular.
41 Naturally there were no gas stations to be found on that side of the street.
42 I flipped around and pulled into a Chevron station, rain still pelting me.
43 It didn't work. Please see cashier. I again tore out of there, angrier than ever. So angry that I knew it wasn't healthy, and that it was nobody's fault. Whew. Thank you, Obi-Wan.
44 I then relaxed myself using the Force. I decided to go back to the original place, and to see the cashier. I was more charming than Tinker Bell. I then went to the ATM and took a hundred bucks out. I now had cash, just in case.
45 I still had a little time, so I went to Barnes and Noble, just to browse around. I love walking into Barnes and Noble because the smell of coffee...
46 "Small Caramel Macchiato, please."
47 I browsed around, enjoyed looking at all the books, made a few small purchases, and went back to Matt and Nicole's house.
48 We watched some teevee, and then everyone went to sleep. Everyone except me. I shivered, turned and could barely function.
49 I survived the night, but decided that I'm done trying to use coffee to beat exhaustion. I'm officially going to limit myself the way I always have.
50 What kills me is that I had SO much without realizing it.
51 Ah, vell. At least I know it rarely happens. I also see how sneaky something as innocent as coffee could be.
52 I gottago.
53 I do have one parting shot: I am officially rooting for Denver in the Super Bowl. Jacksonville went for a two-point conversion when they clearly were destroying Arizona. Piling on. Fifteen yards. I hope they get their asses kicked.
54 I am happy for their fans. It is exciting to be going there, and the team made it fun by doing that.
55 Anyway, that's my two cents, and it's worth about that much.
56 Have a GREAT day.
57 See you again.
58 Peace.
28 When I returned, I found the house empty. Everyone had gone visiting people. I decided to hunt down a pho place on Steven's Creek Blvd. I drove down toward Highway 17 and realized too late that I was going to get caught in the Saturday night mess at Santana Row.
29 I was way over to the right and needed to make a U-turn three lanes over, and it was pouring rain.
30 Loved me some new windshield wipers.
31 My hunt for a good pho place took me in the other direction, the road to The Starving Musician this great little guitar place near Matt and Nicole's house. On the way I looked swiftly to the right, trying desperately to find a pho place.
32 Finally, around a mile north of The Starving Musician, I saw a small yellow sign with red writing that said, "PHO."
33 I loved the place. It had mustard walls, rusty pipes, and chemicals in boxes stacked in the rest room. My kind of place.
34 The food came fast, and was beautifully presented. The garnishes were big and bright, with lots of fresh sprouts, large jalapenos, and all the rest.
35 The spoon they provided was the best. Ever eat pho and have the spoon slip into the drink? This spoon had a ladle-end on it so you could hook it to the bowl!
36 And their ice-milk coffee...to die for...
37 You see where this is headed.
38 I paid and left a huge tip and couldn't believe how that fat bowl of hot pho finally cured me of my exhaustion. I felt like Peter Goddamn Pan.
39 The rain continued to pour. I decided to gas up my car for the journey home so that it would already be done. I swiped my card at this gas station right next to The Starving Musician. It didn't work. Please see cashier.
40 I shot to the moon and back, and hopped right back into the car. I became Mr. Weeler. "Screw that! I'll go somewhere that I can just pump gas without human beings!" I said to no one in particular.
41 Naturally there were no gas stations to be found on that side of the street.
42 I flipped around and pulled into a Chevron station, rain still pelting me.
43 It didn't work. Please see cashier. I again tore out of there, angrier than ever. So angry that I knew it wasn't healthy, and that it was nobody's fault. Whew. Thank you, Obi-Wan.
44 I then relaxed myself using the Force. I decided to go back to the original place, and to see the cashier. I was more charming than Tinker Bell. I then went to the ATM and took a hundred bucks out. I now had cash, just in case.
45 I still had a little time, so I went to Barnes and Noble, just to browse around. I love walking into Barnes and Noble because the smell of coffee...
46 "Small Caramel Macchiato, please."
47 I browsed around, enjoyed looking at all the books, made a few small purchases, and went back to Matt and Nicole's house.
48 We watched some teevee, and then everyone went to sleep. Everyone except me. I shivered, turned and could barely function.
49 I survived the night, but decided that I'm done trying to use coffee to beat exhaustion. I'm officially going to limit myself the way I always have.
50 What kills me is that I had SO much without realizing it.
51 Ah, vell. At least I know it rarely happens. I also see how sneaky something as innocent as coffee could be.
52 I gottago.
53 I do have one parting shot: I am officially rooting for Denver in the Super Bowl. Jacksonville went for a two-point conversion when they clearly were destroying Arizona. Piling on. Fifteen yards. I hope they get their asses kicked.
54 I am happy for their fans. It is exciting to be going there, and the team made it fun by doing that.
55 Anyway, that's my two cents, and it's worth about that much.
56 Have a GREAT day.
57 See you again.
58 Peace.
~H~
It's raining babies!!!
fin.
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