I turned 40 last month. To celebrate, I took the week off and went to Mexico City with Temo, Mike, and Dan. We rented a fabulous penthouse apartment and spent the week walking around, eating really well, climbing pyramids, and doing lots of cool tourist stuff like eating ice cream in Coyoacan, getting lost on the UNAM bus system, and finally seeing some Frida Kahlo paintings that were undeniably awesome. Say what you will, the woman could paint.
Awesome high points of the week: we ate at Pujol to celebrate my birthday and (amazingly) got to see Erik Truffaz + Murcof perform live at the Lunario. I never thought I'd get the chance to see Murcof live, but there you go. Bonus: nonstop beer service during the show. God damn I love Mexico.
Anyhow, go check out the pictures here and here.
Dan and I also went to New Orleans over Labor Day weekend. We mostly just walked around in the rain in an aimless vibe-digging kind of way. The WWII museum was pretty awesome; better yet, we found some new deli-esque kind of place nearby called Pig or something, where we had foie gras and funky Argentine viognier, or something. Totally my kind of long weekend. Also, I have to admit that the Big Gulp-esque frozen White Russians were pretty damn tasty.
There was also a lengthy business trip to Montréal, where I was fortunate to see Kent Monkman's Dance of Two Spirits at the Museum of Fine Arts, which was fucking awesome. Miss Chief Eagle Testickle has got it goin' on.
I've also been drinking really well lately: highlights included a Beaujolais from Côte de Brouilly that was all earthy spice and dark strawberries, a Jasnières that was mind-blowingly good (only $15 at the San Diego Wine Company), and a bunch of other cool stuff (even the Wayne Gretzsky meritage was pretty good). Full Pour's going gangbusters, lots of good traffic over there, definitely check it out if you haven't already.
I'm tentatively thinking about having some folks over for something called Have a Cigare, which would be a vertical tasting of Bonny Doon Le Cigare Volante from the past decade or so, but I'm not sure if there'd be any interest from San Diego folks.
Finally, that reminds me: Bonny Doon winemaker and President-for-Life Randall Grahm's Been Doon So Long is the best damn book I've read all year. It's basically what the new Pynchon novel would have been if it didn't suck (sorry, but Inherent Vice is one E-Z readin' letdown so far). If you enjoy Pynchon, Joyce, or drinking (preferably all three), then you owe it to yourself to buy a copy. Honest.