That's What You Get For Naming Him ''Cujo''
Day Fourteen.
I glazed over this yesterday, but we're staying in a pretty funky place. It feels kind of like an old boarding house, with creaky hardwood floors and a charming hodgepodge of old-fashioned and modern interior design. There's a French-language lifestyles magazine in my room, and if I want to try to read it after dark then all I have to do is switch on the lamp in the corner of the room, which is less a lamp in the strictest sense and more a light-up plastic lawn ornament in the shape of a goose.
It watches me while I sleep. It's looking at me right now.
Some of the team is off in a separate bungalow across a small courtyard festooned with multicolored Christmas lights. The courtyard itself is dominated by a classic Airstream trailer, which is also available as lodging. I asked the old-but-not-ancient gentleman behind the desk to point me in the direction of the ice machine, and his response took about four minutes and came with a gentle reminder to try and keep the noise down while coming and going at night. It is a far cry from our typical Ramadas and Holiday Inns and what have you, but not an unwelcome change of pace.
It's been a while since I haven't been able to talk about the music we played last night. I guess I can talk about what we did instead of playing music last night, which for most of us was watch the Grammys while eating at a Brazilian restaurant that George hunted down on Yelp. I apologize in advance to any vegetarian or vegan friends who are reading this, but Brazilian steakhouses are pretty much the best possible restaurant. We came in a decent-sized group and had the place to ourselves for the majority of the evening, and everyone ordered the all-you-can-meat, which the staff referred to as a rodizio and did not seem interested in renaming on their menus despite my urgings. They trotted out a glut of side dishes for the table and a varied progression of cuts. We might as well have just sat down and said "one of everything, please,” which reminds me that I need to add "go to a restaurant and eat one of everything” to my bucket list and then check it off. It was glorious. It was a veritable... (okay Rob, whatever you do, don't call it something that can be construed as an innuendo) ...meat parade? (Dammit.)
Anyway, we've got a show tonight at McNear's Mystic Theatre here in beautiful Petaluma, and I'm pretty excited about that.