A colleague casually referred to my upcoming honeymoon as my “wedding vacation” and it made me laugh big, out loud. When I write this newsletter next week, I’ll be 3 days away from getting married; 4 days away from wedding vacation. And it’ll be a recipe week, but we’ll see if y’all get much more out of me than a recipe for salad, what with all this that and the other thing.
It’ll be a quiet October, In Good Taste-wise, as Adrian and I will be off in our own Westworld* for 2ish weeks. Gloria has declined editorial duties while we’re OOO, as she will have plenty on her plate already.
*I have never actually watched that show; I just meant we’re going West
“IMMERSO GLAMPING” IS THE ONLY KIND OF CAMPING I WANT IN MY LIFE
In the spirit of getting away somewhere remote and quiet, take a moment for these 35 gorgeous cabins that are anywhere but here.
My grandmother once gave me a perfect piece of advice. If you’re asked when you’ll return a call, be somewhere, do something, the right response is “Oh, directly.” Directly implies it will get done, you will be there, but on your terms and time. “Shortly” accomplishes the same end, but perhaps a little less friendly?
Desperately seeking your feedback on this house for sale in Tampa.
This might be in actual poor taste considering Napa/Sonoma is burning right now, and cold comfort -- a few books about wine.
Long time listener, first time caller.
First of all ... congrats on the wedding!
That listing in Tampa is ... wow. It might be passable if you knock $500k off the asking price and can remodel it enough that your wife won’t leave you and your kids won’t make fun of you directly to your face. Or maybe if you’re some kinda coked up 60-something Jimmy Buffet snowbird wannabe who moved to Flahrida after your cheating wife ran off with your piece of shit brother and you’ve been hittin the bars in Tampa for the past 6 months but you’re tired of shlepping all the way from St Pete to the Mons every friggin Tuesday to see if Roxanne’s working tonight but security always says she’s “in the back” whatever that means so you gotta settle for loudmouth Trixie who never shuts her trap but at least she’s here but she always complains about your condo so fine I’ll buy this place on the water that’ll show Edith and my asshole kids I got a boat and a big house right on the water and an in-ground pool and it’s 85 degrees while that backstabbing sack of shit Eddie is freeIng his nuts off back in Jersey and where the hell is Trixie she better not be using up all my shit or I swear to god and yeah the ladies love that chandelier and Trixie could hang her art on that wall over there and maybe my kids will finally answer my calls and want to come down to swim in the pool, then yeah this place could work. Totally see the appeal.