The other day at Sylvain, a young woman came in and sat at the bar and was all hyped up and the bartender looked at her and said, “Ojai breath baby.”
I’ve been feeling like I need some of that mirror fogging breath myself as the last few days have continued the torrent of eating and drinking with our houseguest who left this morning, having made us a feast of tortilla española and shredded beet salad last night and a friend brought over yam cake from Cajun country.
We have a full dance card this week as well with a film showing at the Fairgrinds Coffee House with live music by Angela and Gingerbread, whose dog Roki was in Spike Lee’s second documentary but wound up on the cutting room floor and they got the footage. Thursday I’m hoping to take Tin to see Sarah Quintana at Ogden after hours which means he’d miss his drumming session. Friday is Lake Douglas’ book signing at the Pitot House. And we might be sneaking in a meatball dinner at another friends’ house somewhere in and around there. There are two kid’s birthday parties – one on Saturday and one on Sunday.
I am still recovering from Sunday spent at the Monkey Room running after Tin for the last kid’s birthday party.
Life is pleasantly on overdrive right now, so you have to take your moments when you find them. Ojai breath. Haaaaaa.