It's blue, of course!

I'm curled up on the couch with a new cup of blonde roast coffee, enjoying it thoroughly as the soft pounding of a homeless man deconstructing a reclining chair for the metal inside reminds me of a fucked up version of the pitter patter of little feet. And im wondering where the hell he got a hammer.  Or maybe it's just a sign of the times, where recycling isn't just socially conscious thing for the rich, but a thrifty necessity for the unemployed.  I'm just glad he's breakin it up as some times my parking space gets taken over by thrown out furniture, who once one is abandoned in a spot, usually it calls all of its friends. Then I get sicck of staring a the pile and one by one on trash day I hoist them into the dumpster they sit beside. But by then, they always oddly smell like urine.

Anyway....

I start yoga teacher training tomorrow. Just to see if I'll like it. I just know that I'm quite at peace and I really like the instructor. He teaches a very engaging and I formative class that pushes me just far enough.
And I don't know if this is the "back to school" people always ask me about but I figure it's just as good as anything else. Maybe better as its quite better than drugs. I just hope someone snaps me out of it if I start chanting on a daily basis or posting positive thoughts daily on my facebook. Yeah yeah yeah, we're all connected and life is beautiful, but maybe I don't want to bless the soul that just cut me off or didn't tip me because of Obama. Dicks. I'd bet Obama still can afford to tip.

I went to a wine pouring benefit for autism. I hung out with nicks girlfriend and tried to instill some wine knowledge to a non drinker. She's cute and blonde a
nd bubbly so that goes a long way. I eventually just shrugged and told her to send the hard questions to me.
We were pouring a couple tables away from this other local farm winery. I've been to it a couple of times and watched the goats get out and mow down a row of grape vines, had some really delicious mustard with my meat an cheese and once accidentally bought a wine that I didn't hate that turned out to be $35! That's like 4 hours of work. Sigh.
You know how you have different ideas about how people might be. So from two tables away we were kindly talking to the other local winery people, the grumpy dry red distributor, the guys with more money than sense who have grapes planted that I've dealt with but they don't know what to do with yet. And the farm boy.
He came over and introduced himself. At first he was funny and engaging. He likes india pale ales and stamping his own leather belts and it looks like he's the farmers son who I could probably lift more than he can. We wine chatted about grapes an fining agents for a bit and he said he was going to steal me, which at that point I started weighing my options. But then it all went downhill from there.
It was about then I started getting poked at for going to strip clubs or my possible stripping past (not  true) or lesbianism. Then it turned into guessing my underwater type and color. Sigh. Then i uncontrollably blushed and  clenched my jaw into a snarled smile just like standing out in a rainstorm hoping it will stop soon.

I guess some people don't have filters or don't know how to talk to people. And then I got really sad that possibly he was the most honest person there.

I loaded up my car with whatever wine I didn't pour an went straight for a beer or two or three.

But after the shock was over and I texted my friend about the weird encounter she responded with "blue" which I thought was hilarious. She was right my underwear were blue.