One More Story From My Vacation
This is one more story from my vacation-it happened on the last day.
So there we were-D and I were packing up to leave on Sunday. I had already showered and packed, so i was reading out on the porch waiting for her. Our room had a nice little porch-all the porches are separated from each other by walls made of intertwined branches. The branches are kind of thick, but the walls in no way insure privacy. It gives you an illusion of privacy but you can easily hear your neighbors. You have to make an effort if you want to SEE them but it's not private. I had already noticed the huge Escalade parked out front-I won't go into detail on how I feel about Escalades but I will say that the are the SUV of choice of people who want to be noticed but not in a good way. Okay, I think they're tacky. Fine.
So there I was, sitting out on the porch, enjoying a lovely day, when I hear the couple next door fighting. Fighting loudly about calling the kids and why she has to call them all the time, why doesn't he do it, dropping the f-bomb constantly...it was ugly. And as their door/window was open, I could hear the whole thing. What kind of person fights in Napa? It's a lovely setting, it was a lovely day...and then it got worse when he belched-loudly. Who does that when other people MIGHT hear it? And make no mistake, it was really loud and de didn't even try to hold it in. I looked around, thinking I was hearing things, but there was really no one else around. And then it got a little better when I caught the whiff of a foul smell...I actually went inside and saw that D was just about ready so we packed up. So we check out, hit a store in Calistoga and wind up a little while later in Dean & Deluca. We walk around a bit and I finally decide what I want and get in line. Ahead of me is a couple who I looked extactly how I pictured my neighbore. She:40's, big dyed blonde hair, short, slightly overweight. She had on a light blue t-shirt with much writing on it in shiny gold, white capri pants (I think it was November 4th? Also, it was a bit cool but would warm up later-still, probably more appropriate than the woman who came to the pool at Indian Springs wearing a wool bubble skirt, a black long sleeved sweater, pearls and big gold earrings when it had to be 80 or warmer, but still bad), on her feet-silver thong sandals. She carried an enormous gold leather purse and worse huge Chanel sunglasses, perched in her copious hair. Her husband wore a slightly raggedy t-shirt (black or navy, short-sleeved) and jeans (also raggedy). If I could have drawn a picture of my neighbors, what I thought they would look like-they would have looked just like these two-she was glitzy and tacky and he was schlubby. They looked like a couple from Long Island-the kind I read about who go wine tasting on Long Island but treat it like a day of bar-hopping and get drunk and cause enormous scenes. Her outfit would not have been out-of-place in NYC (although no less tacky) but it stuck out badly in November in Napa.
And my suspicions were confirmed by the sight of the Escalade in the parking lot.
I still don't forgive him for the belch-it was gross.
So there we were-D and I were packing up to leave on Sunday. I had already showered and packed, so i was reading out on the porch waiting for her. Our room had a nice little porch-all the porches are separated from each other by walls made of intertwined branches. The branches are kind of thick, but the walls in no way insure privacy. It gives you an illusion of privacy but you can easily hear your neighbors. You have to make an effort if you want to SEE them but it's not private. I had already noticed the huge Escalade parked out front-I won't go into detail on how I feel about Escalades but I will say that the are the SUV of choice of people who want to be noticed but not in a good way. Okay, I think they're tacky. Fine.
So there I was, sitting out on the porch, enjoying a lovely day, when I hear the couple next door fighting. Fighting loudly about calling the kids and why she has to call them all the time, why doesn't he do it, dropping the f-bomb constantly...it was ugly. And as their door/window was open, I could hear the whole thing. What kind of person fights in Napa? It's a lovely setting, it was a lovely day...and then it got worse when he belched-loudly. Who does that when other people MIGHT hear it? And make no mistake, it was really loud and de didn't even try to hold it in. I looked around, thinking I was hearing things, but there was really no one else around. And then it got a little better when I caught the whiff of a foul smell...I actually went inside and saw that D was just about ready so we packed up. So we check out, hit a store in Calistoga and wind up a little while later in Dean & Deluca. We walk around a bit and I finally decide what I want and get in line. Ahead of me is a couple who I looked extactly how I pictured my neighbore. She:40's, big dyed blonde hair, short, slightly overweight. She had on a light blue t-shirt with much writing on it in shiny gold, white capri pants (I think it was November 4th? Also, it was a bit cool but would warm up later-still, probably more appropriate than the woman who came to the pool at Indian Springs wearing a wool bubble skirt, a black long sleeved sweater, pearls and big gold earrings when it had to be 80 or warmer, but still bad), on her feet-silver thong sandals. She carried an enormous gold leather purse and worse huge Chanel sunglasses, perched in her copious hair. Her husband wore a slightly raggedy t-shirt (black or navy, short-sleeved) and jeans (also raggedy). If I could have drawn a picture of my neighbors, what I thought they would look like-they would have looked just like these two-she was glitzy and tacky and he was schlubby. They looked like a couple from Long Island-the kind I read about who go wine tasting on Long Island but treat it like a day of bar-hopping and get drunk and cause enormous scenes. Her outfit would not have been out-of-place in NYC (although no less tacky) but it stuck out badly in November in Napa.
And my suspicions were confirmed by the sight of the Escalade in the parking lot.
I still don't forgive him for the belch-it was gross.
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