I’m calling this one my Spring Tour.
This weekend I’ll be at two of Loudoun County’s finest vineyards, entertaining patrons and maybe even sampling a sip or two of Loudoun vino. Friday night I’ll be at Dry Mill Winery in Leesburg from 5-8 p.m. (I understand this will be an Irish-themed party… no wonder I got the gig.) And Saturday I’ll be at Vino 9 Market in lovely Paeonian Springs from 7-10 p.m.
Spring Breakers welcome.
Five days in I’d like to think I’m adjusting to fatherhood pretty well. Drink coffee, move furniture, work in the shed. And of course I spent Sunday watching golf on TV. Then again, by this criterion I was ready for fatherhood at 13.
A few years ago I found in a closet two old school Kool-aid packets of the greatest flavor of all time: Great Bluedini. I told myself I’d drink one on the day I turned 30. Done. The other I’d drink the day I brought my first born home from the hospital. That’s today.
Delicious.
It has come to my attention that another Oscar night has come and gone. Whoops.
Of the 60 or so movies nominated for awards this year I had seen exactly two: Blue Jasmine and The Great Gatsby. Whoops.
Though completely unfamiliar with the films involved, I had no trouble determining which of them would take home awards: movies about slavery, movies about gay men. Ta-da! Thanks, predictable Hollywood. See ya next year!
Lousy Smarch weather.
February is the worst month of the year.
It’s also the shortest.
Sometimes things just work out.
I have now seen Season Two of House of Cards in its entirety, and I’m happy to say it lived up to its hype. Last year I called the show something along the lines of The West Wing… if it were written by Woody Allen’s slightly more cynical and conservative twin. This season was more like The West Wing presented by the writers of Breaking Bad.
Two thumbs up.
Kudos to the folks at Oreo cookies for leading us, yet again, into the future of snack foods. In stores now is something called the “cookie dough Oreo,” a delight one wonders why it took until 2014 to develop. Well, better late than never. And proof yet again that we are in fact living in the future.
You can blame me for placing a jinx on the Orange of Syracuse this week, who lost their first game of the season Wednesday. A few weeks ago I ascribed their winning season to weakened competition from their new conference, the formerly venerable ACC. Well, surprise, surprise, SU’s first loss would come at the hands of Boston College… a former Big East team! #bigeastforever
Last night I had a dream. It was the year 2084. And I was still playing gigs at nursing homes.
As I proceeded through my usual set of Sinatra, etc. the residents kept shouting out for Katy Perry and Hannah Montana.
I heard a man shout “Hey Ya” and thought that was a little better.
Then I realized he was having a stroke.