Wednesday, October 24, 2007

I'll be back to my old self tomorrow. Unless I decide to be that girl from that show. You know- that one show, with the thing...

My awesomely awesome trip, with minimal descriptors as I am pooped.
I can't let perfectly good pharmaceuticals go to waste, so as soon as the Ativan wears off I'm sure I'll have lots of stories for you. Right now all my brain can come up with is: love wine.

This first one is what morning along the Russian river looks like. Seriously. Why do we all not live there? Let's start a commune. I call dibsies on being queen. I promise to rule with an iron fist and a drunken heart. Let me know what you all decide.

I took this while on a walk by my sister's place, which is located about 1-2 blocks from the river.

Yeah, gross.
How about you just give me that extra couple million you have laying around and I'll move here so you don't have to. Deal?

It's all cold and damp in the morning, then if the sun comes out everything starts to steam.

It's damp.
Moss grows on everything.
Slugs are everywhere.

Hello Mr. Slug! (foot added for perspective)

Some drunk bimbo on a tire swing over the Russian River.
What's that you say? You've never been?
You simply must, darling, if you ever get the chance.

They don't call it wine country for nothin', you know.

Best dessert ever.
I'll talk more about the food tomorrow.
But oh lordy, the food we had.
I will share. Soon.

But sorry- I can't share my dessert as I ate it already and licked the bowl.
I'm a real pig like that.

Me drunk at Lush on the corner of Post & Polk Streets. (Sunday)
And I was a little schnookered there the next night too, which brings my grand total of times I've been lushily drunk at Lush to three.

Next trip I hope to make it to five.

Obligatory tourist shot on Nob hill (tee hee- Nob.)

I was all excited to go to the fortune cookie "factory" in Chinatown.
It's in a tiny alley and isn't so easy to find.
Turns out, it's basically a small garage where two machines and two people turn out a whole lot o' cookies. But it's SUPER touristy, and SUPER small. Basically I got to watch them work for 35 seconds, take two pictures, pay a dollar, then get shooed out the door by a little Chinese guy.

Good cookies, though.

I'll have a Whiskey on the rocks, please.

*I do own other clothes. Why I am wearing the same jacket in every picture is beyond me. You think I would have taken one picture when I actually had something cute on. Nope. Not so much.

And yes, I brought comfortable shoes. And yes, I know how much walking you do in S.F.

Yes, I get it.
I am only occasionally retarded. I don't understand a lot of things, like basic directions on a map or how to wrap a gift without using half a roll of tape.
But shoes and feet I understand, my dear. Oh, yes I do.

My feet however, decided that I am indeed "challenged" in that area or were angry with me for some reason that they're not saying.

I hear band-aids will be big this season.

Oh, and I stepped in a big pile of dog shit within 1/2 hour of getting into the city.

In my new boots.

Thank-you San Francisco for rolling out the welcome mat. You sure know how to treat a lady.

And, on a shameful note: Sorry I didn't see any of my SF blogger girls. My fault. I really didn't try very hard. I was with you in spirit, I promise. If you felt drunk and silly either Sunday or Monday night- well, that was me wielding my awesome power.

Next trip, I promise. PROMISE!!!!


Fran said...

Welcome back. If this is the Ativan inpsired sleepy overview post, then we are in for a real doozy.

While you were boozing it up and blistering your heels, as well as your eternal soul (now there are concepts I can get my hands around!)I cross posted your Halloween ideas and
paid you some props in a Barcelona post.

Because I am sure you have nothing better to do than troll around my blog when the drugs wear off and sleep finally gives way to being awake...

In a serious moment, I am good with you being our boozy Queen, so if someone does come up with the needed gazillions, know I will be a loyal citizen of Whiskey River.

Whiskeymarie said...

Oh Fran, I am so happy that I gave you a little Halloween joy. I try (but often fail) to use my talent for good, rather than evil.

I am icky getting dental work done tomorrow & am hoping to catch up on my dear neglected bloggers (like you my dear) while I drool and mumble incoherently.

Oh- and, love the "WM style" Spain photo. I am mucho jealousio of your trip-o.

H said...

Foot ICKY gross gross. I don't like feet anyway. Ew ew ew.

Glad you had a good trip, though. Lovely pictures.

-R- said...

I would leave you a nice comment about how you look cute in those pictures and how I'm glad you got shnookered multiple times, but I am too busy barfing because of that foot picture.

abbersnail said...

Holy. Effing. Blister!


Also, I am so glad you had fun! Come back soooooooooooooon!

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

Holy shit, I'm far happier than I should be that you're back. Yay! Whiskey is back!

Flenker said...

If I can be the minstrel in your new commune, I would be forever grateful! I'll regale the queen in song, and, depending on my wine consumption, dance!

Welcome back!

Kate said...

Owch. Owwwwwwwwch.

Your river walk looked divine (minus the slugs). Pack me in your suitcase next time, for I want to see the grapes in person!

Butrfly Garden said...

Really great photos, wm! That blister shot made me cringe, though.

Glad you had a good time!

I'll join your commune if you give me a good job.

McGone said...

Did you debate briefly on ending with "the foot scab picture" or a shot of "the crap-encrusted boots?" I'm not sure which would be The Lesser of Two Eccchs here.

Nature Girl said...

Wow..looks like you had a great time and that scenery is GorgeouS! Yes, i'll come live in your kingdom on one condition. I don't have to bring my family, I get to live alone? What say you? We could say that I'm needed for a special assignment or dibsies on being the official commune photographer or something. Your photos are fantastic, I can't wait to see more!

lizgwiz said...

Well, at least you stepped in the dog crap BEFORE you had a giant, gaping hole in your foot, right?


Katrin said...

Will you promise the same for the next time you are in Austria?!
My grandparents who live north of S.F. took us kids to Russian River every time we were there! Such great memories.
I never got drunk - was always underage (in the US), not like here where you can buy yourself a bottle of wine when 16. We started to learn about wine tasting at 17.
I am thirsty.

NotSoccer Mom said...

beautiful pix. i live a couple hours away from russian river and it IS gorgeous, isn't it! glad you enjoyed your trip.

nancypearlwannabe said...

"I promise to rule with an iron fist and a drunken heart."

I love you, WM. You crack me up.

Please tell me you wore flip flops for the rest of the trip after that blister shot?

dguzman said...

First the slug that could eat Pittsburgh, then that blister -- what is this, Night of the Living Dead?

Shannon Erin said...

Blek. Thanks for the blister pic. I think that's one of the reasons I adore you so. You have absolutely no problem sharing the gross as well as the awesome.

EmBee said...

Since I grew up in California all I can really comment on is that last picture... OOOooooo,oooooo,Oooo,oo,owwww,owwweyyy,owwweyyy, oweeeyyyyy, ooooooo, ouch, ouch, ewwwwwww!

Patriot said...

Looks like fun!

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CDP said...

Nice work, your majesty (see, we're already on board). Your feet need a vacation now, what with giant slugs, dog pile and really, the grossest blister I've ever seen. Glad you had a great time, and welcome back!

Nocturnal said...

Looks like Frisco treated you right, good 2CU enjoying Cali; proof positive by that blister of yours - ouch. Vino to the rescue there.

Welcome back.


gorillabuns said...

that looks like it hurts. around here, barbie's band-aids are all the rage this season. pass it on.

btw: i forwarded you onto susan at "work-it" due to your awesome halloween wardrobe.

well, really that was earlier this week but, i have no concept of time.

welcome back!

Lollie said...

So I sez to myself: Self? Is she really wearing pointy toed shoes where she has to walk and walk to find slugs in the forest? She's gonna get a wicked blister...

And then, what do you know? A blister picture.

When I was dancing, at least one of us bunheads had a gusher like that daily. We affectionately dubbed them Hamburger Feet. Welcome to our world. That one makes us proud.

Amaya said...

Ouch! But hey, at least you're half way to perfecting the leprosy halloween costume.

T said...

Ouch! That looks brutal. My sympathies.

Got your p-card yesterday. Jealous.