The Fat Lady Has Sung

And so Fiesta de San Antonio has drawn to a close. We didn’t do as much as we did once upon a time, but we still went out and had us a good time.

Thursday afternoon The Warden asked if I wanted to head downtown to meet a couple of friends at the San Fernando Festival. Suspiciously I asked, “How late are we gonna stay out? I have to work tomorrow.” The Warden was off. She said until around 9:00pm. I could deal with that so I agreed to go. Maybe I should’ve known better, but we got home around thirty minutes past midnight. Subconsciously I must’ve known I was being duped because I didn’t drink much. I had a snootful of Canadian whisky on the way there, and four beers after we got there. I felt pretty decent Friday morning, albeit a tad tired.

Friday we did nothing.

Saturday morning we went to the King William Fair in a beautiful, old Victorian neighborhood downtown. There’s always a diverse mix of people at this event, and lots of doggies dressed up in various not-so-doggy attire. For example, a bulldog in a pink tutu, a Chihuahua with mini aviator goggles on (My son snapped a pic with his phone which I hope to post), etc. We lounged around, listened to music, and had a few cocktails. Some friends showed up after a while and we mixed with them until around 5:00pm when we headed back to the San Fernando Festival. The Warden’s sister, sister’s husband, a niece and her boyfriend met us there. Oh, and the kids were with us this time. The Warden was just primed enough to be slurry of speech and wobbly of gait. We ate, drank, and bullshitted for a couple of hours until The Warden realized she was too fuckin’ drunk to stand up. So we left around 8:30, which was fine. I’d been sipping the Canadian Whisky very slowly so I was good to drive.

Sunday, The Warden, The Boy and I met a couple at St. Paul Square (Sunset Station) at around 2:00pm to listen to a little blues music. The San Antonio Blues Society sponsored the event, which was, although sorely under attended, was very good. We saw Catherine Denise first. She’s a lawyer, a very good guitar player, and has an excellent voice. The next performer was a way talented musician named Carolyn Wonderland. She was really good and her sincere modesty was great. The last performer we saw was a big ol’ wonderful woman named Diunna Greenleaf. We saw her and her band, Blue Mercy, last year at a little bar called Casbeers. She opened for legendary blues pianist Willie "Pinetop" Perkins. Anyway, this woman can put on a show. She was so much fun. The Warden was taking pictures of her from the foot of the stage and when Diunna was roaming around the tables singing to people. The pics weren’t digital, so we’ll have to wait until we get the film developed and I scan them. If you ever get a chance to see this woman, do it. She’s amazing.

We got home early and watched our beloved Spurs get their asses kicked by the Sacramento Kings.

I took Monday off just for the hell of it.

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Memory Du Jour:
Arizona, mid / late eighties (I can’t remember)
I was home on leave. Nay came over for dinner. Mom cooked Chinese food. She’d spent a few years teaching English in China so she was pretty good at it. Nay ate the shit out of some veggies, something she wasn’t known to do. She told Mom her vegetables were the only ones she’d ever eaten and liked.

Quote of the Day:
“You wanna see a picture of my pussy?” – The Warden to a girlfriend, April 27 2006, San Fernando Festival, San Antonio, TX
Note: She has a picture of one of our cats as her background on her cell phone. I thought I was gonna die of laughter. It SO caught me off guard.