Wine Whores

So I went wine tasting yesterday in Temecula. My friend Dianna had come down to visit her friends in Temecula and invited me along. We had a good little group starting off with lunch and then going to 4 wineries. We tasted some good wines and some that weren't that great. But enough about the wine.

The people watching was actually the main attraction.

Falling out of stretch limos, Hummer limos, Escalade limos and party buses were the lovely ladies of Orange County. Apparently, although I thought I was in a casual beautiful hills of Temecula, I was actually out clubbing at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. There were bunches of women clad in little sparkly tank tops showing off their fake cleavage. I got to learn all about their lives as they had to yell over the crowds in the tasting rooms. I know this special breed of woman exists in other locales besides Orange County... but where did they come from?

You Must Respect My Authoritie!

OK, so Michael and I drove up to Lake Arrowhead last night in our Chevy Tahoe. Everything was going fine until we got to the chain inspection checkpoint. Now it must first be said that we saw the signs stating "possession of chains required," but did not heed the warnings. When we got to the checkpoint, the authorities were stopping everyone and Michael tried to talk his way out of needing chains to no avail. In fact, the jerky cop kept asking Michael specific questions to catch him in his lie, but Michael stayed with his story all the way to the point of the cop telling us to turn around. So we drive miles back down and go to the Walmart at the bottom of the hill. They had a handwritten sign stating they were out of chains. We're hungry and pissed off and hung over, but we forged further down the freeway to the Sports Chalet. Saviors!!! They had plenty of chains and our size (our local Sports Chalet and Pep Boys did not). So we trek back up the mountain. It is now dark and a little snowy. We get back up to the checkpoint. The same asshole cop is standing there. But now that it's dark and driving conditions have dramatically worsened, he is waving on every passenger car and SUV alike, with or without tires.

Moral of the story, never challenge an asshole cop's AUTHORITIE!!!!

 

No, I Didn't Want to Know That You'd LOVE to Open a Dog Hotel

So I took the train to Van Nuys on Saturday to avoid having 2 cars at my sister's house this weekend. I haven't taken the train in California since I lived in Santa Barbara. I had fond memories and my headphones loaded with me as I boarded the train. It was pretty crowded, but I found a spot on the aisle. Unfortunately, two friends in the row in front of me just "found each other" and starting talking across the aisle. Being that they were forty-something blonds from the OC, I put on my headphones and blasted some music. I could still hear them talking, though their voices were muffled. At the Santa Ana stop, I saw the exasperated look on the man who was stuck by the window next to one of the women and was so happy I had my headphones. However, I did remove them to hear the conductor announce our impending arrival at Union Station. They were talking so loud that the overhead speaker which was pretty clear (not your airplane variety) was hard to hear. In fact, I heard no one else on the train talking, so there was no reason that they had to be yelling to the point that everyone on the train north now knows that Mitzy has a dream of opening a dog hotel one day, but right now she is too busy to have any pets!
Idiots.