Gentlemen, start your engines

Ahhh. Good friends, good food, a good nite's sleep and getting my nails done after the fact almost makes up for a hard weekend of work. Almost.

However, I don't think that stress-filled, adrenaline fueled panic is any way to motivate what promises to be a long hot day 100 miles away. Ah, but the best laid plans of mice and men… it all started at about 4:35am last Saturday when I was so carefully planned, fastidiously packed, and ready to trek to Ventura to work. The one thing I didn't plan on was "click….. click…………. cah…lick " from my starter. Let's see, no second vehicle (the bike's under the weather, too), no current phone number to call the instructor I am to work with, no jumper cables (and no neighbors awake at this ungodly hour anyway even if I had cables) and approximately 105 miles in between me and where I need to be. Thank goodness for triple-A who came to my rescue and heard the quaver in my voice so he put a "rush" on the call, and sure enough, not ten minutes later came my knight on a white flatbed steed. Unfortunately I don't think driver thought that "rush" extended to the job itself, and wanted to discuss the predicament and the weather we were likely to be having. Suffice it to say, I may have driven a little faster than usual to make up this time, and while I was a few minutes later than planned, all turned out well.

So the sushi tasted oh so welcome on Sunday nite and the saki helped the mood as well! The friends were their ever gracious selves, and I'll blog more about what I'm coming to think about the Ventura area and the offers and ideas being bandied about....