Throw the first annual Revenge of the Boatless Losers!
Now I'm getting that Rodney Dangerfield feeling. My daughter brings in her boyfriend whose idea of an education was "C's and D's also get degrees" who gets a degree in sociology and two weeks later finds some IT position which pays as much as I'm earning with this collection of useless alphabet soup after my name ... AND HE BUYS A FREAKIN' 30' BOAT!
Please include me on your list of boatless losers. I will be there in spirit whilst my daughter and her beau will be floating around on Lake Berryessa.
We sorta already celebrated Bastille Day. We took my rightwinger boss to the Left Bank in Pleasant Hill, CA. He had escargot and sweetbreads. Zari had prawns in Pernod. I enjoyed the Boudin Blanc et Noir. The blood sausage kind of grossed out my guests, but, geesh, the other guy was eating snails and guts ... which, I guess, was our way of "viving la France." We also had this inky, French-oaky, overpriced '02 Petite Sirah from Napa, but I just can't remember the producer. Quelle horreur!
Other than that, I guess I will be subjected to a barrage of anti-French jokes from my son.