This is one of my favorite pictures from the family vacation/birthday trip in June to San Francisco, Napa and San Diego. In all the "Trouble-related" drama of late I often forget that I had a great rather expensive trip to California for my birthday. It started off so swell, filled with fun, good beer, awesome beer actually and lively entertaining company and as it neared the end, the last couple of days to be exact, the fun just fizzled like a dying flame. I had to travel from North Berkeley to San Francisco and then on to San Bruno for one night. Then at San Bruno, the hotel was quaint and then nothing else. The Neighborhood Bar (pictured below) where I went to drink off the news of the fraud alert on my credit card was fun but nothing else. Then, I had to make the long journey home.
But back to this picture. This picture was taken on the grounds of the Francis Ford Coppola winery estate. My mum and I had stepped onto the grounds to admire the lush landscape and then, she asked if Trouble had called on my birthday. Once I gave the details, meaning, NO, not even as much as a text or a response to my text, we started with our male bashing conversation which was rather amusing. It's funny how you can be in a beautiful place like Napa and still be thinking of the assholes you left back in Georgia.
In between our fun dialogue my sister joined us, and then, her husband took the picture. So this is my face when I bring Atlanta's negative energy on a trip with me to Napa. Never again.
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