It would be both trite and a rank exaggeration to term my week a week from hell. It was not very productive but my show was in a lovely setting and my hosts took exceedingly good care of me. I was exhibiting at a small boutique show held at the St. Francis Episcopal Church in Palos Verdes, now in its 52nd year.
I wasn't hit by a car and I didn't come down with anything too contagious. Wasn't branded as an apostate. How bad could it be? I gave it my best shot and who knows, maybe somebody calls me up and buys something after thinking about it for a week or two...
But I am getting ahead of myself, now where do I start? Besides telling you that I am utterly exhausted?
Let's go back to last Sunday and fill in the blanks before I start the post mortem.
Frank is over 90 and about the sharpest and one of the most knowledgeable people I know. Joy is equally bright and it is a joy to be in their collective presence.
To have their daughter along was a rare treat. They were in town visiting our mutual friend Linda Heald.
Both tasted great.
But I think the consensus was that the margarita was better, a two step cook on the pizza stone.
The pesto was a bit wet and made the crust a little soggy.
Live and learn.
Well, a few more sales but what are you going to do?
My old friend Joe Knoernschild came by and gave me a lovely Bill Ogden book, it was nice to catch up with him.
I am thinking that it is a regional delicacy, I am guessing Oaxaca but could be completely wrong.
Wonderful sauces. PCH and Hawthorne.
Speaking of Mexico, for the second time in a month I found myself engaging in Spanish with Mexican kids that did not speak their native language. It was embarrassing for both me and them. Pochos. I asked the two kids at the show if it bothered their grandparents and they said it did. Very strange.
I packed out Saturday night and it was not nearly as scary as it could have been. The boys helped me and I am very grateful.
Limited parking I thought I wouldn't get home until midnight but it was one of my quickest packouts ever. They served a delicious free dinner before I left.
Would I try it again? Absolutely, it takes time for people to get comfortable and there was enough good discussion to make it promising. But then again I am a glutton for punishment.
Returned home and drove to Encinitas where Dave and Amy had rented a house for a week while Dave attended a medical conference.
They invited us to the Cubs and Padres game. We stopped off first for an overpriced meal at the Provisional at the Pendry. Close to the ballpark but pretty sad, not to mention expensive.
I wanted to go to Cucina Urbana, maybe next time. I tell people that all the food in the Gaslamp District is terrible and always has been and always will be. They have enough dumb tourists down there that they don't have to raise their game.
We had no shade near first base and it was hot as hell.
Don't I look happy?
Les and I ended up walking around the halls of Petco out of the sun. I paid over nine bucks for a plain fudgesicle, and they gave me a break at that because it was melty.
We left in the eighth, I couldn't take anymore, went and got some noodles on Convoy and then over to Del Mar for some really good Gelato at Ans.
Went in again at six today, working on fumes. A client friend is coming and I did what usually takes me a week to unpack in one day.
Not finished but took a big bite out of the apple.
On my way home to collapse.