Hey good lookin'!

Picture this:
Friday night @ The Knockout. Hank Williams tribute night. That's right - Hank Williams (not Bocephus). Loraine and me with skirts, boots and red lipstick.  We start off by singing "Jambalaya".  Later we do a fierce rendition of "Hey Good Lookin'".  The crowd went wild.  Well, maybe not "wild" but, you know...

Don't be a "don't"

Jemmy found this gem of a website.  Of course.  Because she's hella hip and sheesh.  So please read it and educate yourself.  And for the love of Crystal Gayle - don't be a "don't"!

TCB

Yesterday is the day that Loraine and I christened "Everybody Precious" (because they were).  It started with the guy at In 'n' Out Burger.  Then all of the guys at Hank and Frank (yes, all of them - and we were there for ninety minutes...).  

But the absolute most precious of all?  The guy at Juniper Tree on Lakeshore (which I had to visit on the recommendation of the woman that works at my neighborhood Peet's).  I was at the register purchasing a head band/ scarf number (very cute, BTW).  The guy at the register is totally darling (the most fierce mutton chop sideburns I've seen in a very long time - meow!).  I open my wallet to hand him my credit card and he asks for ID.  I pull out my license and he says "Great picture" after seeing the photo of Elvis I keep in my wallet (where an ID would go - but why?).  He's all "I'm a huge Elvis fan".  I'm all "Wow - me, too!".  He's all "I've been to Graceland five times".  I'm all "I've only been twice :(".  He laments the changes in the neighborhood surrounding Graceland (it's all about junky tchotchkes).  I'm all "I've got a picture of Elvis in my bathroom that I bought at this dumpy store on Beale Street years ago".  He's all "Must have been Schwab".  I'm all "Yes!".  Then it's time to leave the store and as Loraine and I walk out he says "Bye.  TCB!" while giving us "gun finger".  I swooned...

I did it!

I finally committed and bought a bike - I can hardly believe it!  Yes - I only talked about it all summer, visited multiple bike shops and yapped about it incessantly.  But now the search is over...

Yesterday, with my trusty pal Loraine at my side, I walked into Hank and Frank and did it.  I got myself an Electra Townie.  Oh, yeah - and a basket and bell, too.  You know, because that's how I roll.  Or will roll when I get my bike this weekend (it was at their other store, needs to be shipped to Oakland and then built).  WOOT!!

IAH + SLS = good times!

Went to the A's game last night with Sar - good times!  

It was my first time with diamond level seats.  All I can say is that it's like that scene in GoodFellas where they enter the club through the back door and walk through the kitchen on the way to their table - and everybody knows their name.  

Besides that it was just hella fun to hang out with Sar.  We gossiped, giggled and snacked.  It doesn't get much better than that, does it?

I didn't think it could get any better!

I can't stop giggling!

I said "What what..."