quality, had to put some notes in phone when I overhead an older lady order a mimosa next to me in the pub at the market, talking to her friend over the phone about some upcoming gathering, how one friend isn’t going to go because another has wines that she won’t share, or something.

I thought, “Holy shit, so Sonoma County.” 

Another character, guy about my age maybe a bit younger, having a glass of something red, business call at the other end of the bar.  Couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I see him to be a realtor, or broker, or something like that.  No notebook, or any briefcase or anything, just the phone, the wine, the call.  Maybe he was celebrating a recent deal or something.

More and more stories occur to me.  Right before the first bite of salad, I thought about me as someone I’m reading about.  Single dad, laid off from the tech world, looking for a new story and to return to what he was, an AE.

Listening to music, chill beats.. current track from Nightmares On Wax.  Reminds me of walks in the vineyard for some reason.