Don't you hate it when you drink so much during the day that you just can't drink later that night?

I feel weird. I kind of feel sick, but I think I am just depressed.

Yesterday was a pretty good day - I went wine tasting with friends and friends of friends. We stayed in the greater Sonoma area and the 98 degree heat was almost unbearable. I have a low tolerance for wine as it is, but you mix in the heat, and by the end of the afternoon, you can stick a fork in me I'm done. The best part, besides the cheesy pizza and chipotle steak at Ravenswood, was getting down on it in the air conditioned smooth ride between stops. The oven-baked drunk fest was immediately followed by a serene lounge in a park back home. My sister and I went to watch to the kids' drum recital. (Excuse me, rhythm ensemble.) The breeze there was heavenly, and we sprawled out on a blanket in the grass, snacking on cookies, pop corn, and root beer. I have to say, my nephew rocks on the drums (although, let me clarify that this was Desi Arnaz-style bongo drums). He told us he and his friends are going to have a band when they're teenagers.

We did not stay for the movie (for which the recital was one of the "opening acts.") I dropped my sister off and headed down to Andrew's. A group of us went up to the city and sat out on the patio at Gordon Biersch. It was such a nice night - and such a welcome break from the heat of the day. But I was not feeling too hot. All the wine and meat and cheese had taken its toll, so I just sipped on sprite. But it was still fun to hang out and listen to all the stories. And believe me, these guys tell a lot of stories.

And I am still not feeling too hot today, but I think it's more than just yesterday's excursion. The bottom line is apartment hunting is not fun - and it's really putting me in a funky mood. And at the rate I am going, it just might be 2006 before I get there.