Morning page #15702: Gumption and Grace

Morning page again, Ok, I'm up. I'm here. Groggy but clear. Taking a sip of whatever's near. Ready to race, taking a taste. Jumping and Krumping with gumption and grace. Still on some sort of decline from a "REFINE my big behind" weekend. Touring WINE country in the big orange IZZE van, cranking my Klassical Konundrum playlist! Laying low with the Lompocodiles, conquering SOLVANG. Diggin that Dutch disco doo doo... Doing what they do in Santa Babara county, wine tasting, never done that  before. Went up to Santa Babara for work on Saturday, worked an event at a Gelsons Supemarket for a few hours, took my girl with me, then we stayed up there and scooted around town for the rest of the day, scooted the entire region for the weekend, lunch on the beach, ate some really nice sized oysters... they refused to serve me any club crackers, tried a Hawaiin beer that I really liked, PRIMO? bounced around on Santa Barara's State street, Headed north up to Lompoc, CA, stopped by THE SHAMROCK in LOMPOC, local dive bar, caught an interestingly bizarre performance by a band called Le Petite Protest, laid to rest at the Holiday Inn Express, where the hallways smelled like Grandpa dropped a duece and let the Lysol loose. Wineries and Vineyards, tasting rooms, I love the way the wine descriptions are written, the flavors and suggestions, the character traits that give each glass a hint of mythology. Honeysuckle, Gunpowder, Sweet barbeque, savory, sinister, sweet and petite. imagine a blend, say, cabernet, beaudacious in lace, then of course, there was my favorite, gumption and grace. Melville, Lincourt, Beckman and back, made dinner and home, trout filet, with a little lump crab stack, and a super sexy salad. Sexy salad just wasnt quite enough. Tasty indeed, but I was too worn out for a weekend recap. Plans to reschedule...