Because we went out to lunch today with longtime friends to an excellent restaurant in Galt, I decided bring an old post forward into the present and enjoy the sort of confabulation that has characterized our relationship from the '60s and '70s. Long friendships are full of delightful semantic distortions and, rather than tease specimens out of today's encounter, I found this 4-year-old post would easily serve, and so trotted it out. Let's return, for a pleasant while, to another summer:
August 9, 2012:
Norma told me Friend
Dan had a magnum bottle of 2004 Sterling Cabernet that I didn't know
about. Suddenly, the 103 degree temperature outside was
unimportant and we headed over there to make sure
it was genuine. Sterling Vineyards is a winery near Calistoga, a central
coast region well-known for its waters. They are geyserous and curative
and I was hoping the same benefits were imparted to its wine but I am
not an optimist and was prepared for pleasurable disappointment.
and I are in our 60s and therefore knew enough to ask our dates to this
function some 40 years in advance. They immediately tired of our silent oenophilic
appreciation and began discussing "charmeuse" as they
wandered away. We didn't know whether they were talking about charmeuse silk or qui exerce un pouvoir de séduction. Being longtime Californians, Dan and I thought they were
saying "Shamu", which is the name of a whale at Marine World who became
famous for something and whose name was associated with whales ever
We decided "charmeuse" is a French word for whale.
Then conversation would drift back as our wives passed though with their
heads together and we learned of warp and weft. All who have taken
folding chairs and hot cocoa to Reyes Point in January know the whales
are passing by on their way to...something. As we consumed more geyserous fermentation we mentated upon this migratory imperative. The destination
must be where the whales spin their cocoons and emerge as
butterflies weighing 3 to 9 tons.
We learned "Shamuese(?)" whale silk(?)
is used in bridal gowns, hankies and boxer shorts. It was at this point
I looked at Dan and wondered why he stopped aging at 45 while I
look every minute of my age. When I recover from the effect of these
rejuvenating waters, I fully intend to investigate it. Meanwhile, I'll
have what he's having.