Four of my favorite people who had never met before; Dario and Bobby came from Denver, Denise and Jennifer from Las Vegas.
Gatekeeper Twinny will not be constrained by petty regulation; extracting fundage is her only mission. (Well, not only - parenting Panda is full time as well.)
When I'm Swilly Idle, the boundaries change. Redheaded Phedre, the cagemaster, is clearly pleased.
Three of the four nights featured our friend Dario Rosa and band (that's Cayucos local Tracy Morgan on drums). I first saw Dario in Telluride in 1999 in a band best described as Desi Arnaz on acid; his current style might be a bit less Latin, but it's even more fabulous.
This is how the party starts: he jumps out of the Zeppelin just offshore, and surfs on in.
Yes indeed, five nights (and one day) of mayhem at the Wildest Winery Party in the World. The musical lineup is not dissimilar to last year's debacle (Wet Zeppelin I, aka Altamont by-the-Sea) but this time Dread Zeppelin will play outside their hotel rooms. We will have several different venues, in SLO, Los Osos, and of course Cayucos, though not including the insecure Vets Hall. (Honestly, how did they come to hire Sleepy Gonzales to mind the back door?)
Scary picture, eh? I don't think I'm mentioned in Gibbon's "Decline and Fall" but doubtless my ancestors contributed.
That sounds like the opening line of a joke, doesn't it?
The Ninth Annual WeHo (West Hollywood, ahem) LGBT (you do know what that stands for, right) Awards were held at the Playboy Mansion on March 8, 2010 -and I was asked to pour the Pink Zeppelin, among other selections of my swill. Naturally, I accepted.
That little dark green patch to the right of the avocado orchard in the middle distance is our test planting of Pinot Noir. The slope behind it, and to the right (uphill) is all plantable, and there's another area out of sight downhill and to the left, below the Lenet's house, that has a smaller planting. That's Cayucos Creek Vineyard, so named by yours truly. It is not a tributary of the Armagosa, if you were wondering . . .
