
TR goes up against the ABC.
Like all Fussbudgets, (think Lucy in “Peanuts”- the world’s greatest one) I learned the hard way how to quell my urge to kibbutz to bureaucrats, perfecting the demure downward glance, the Forrest Gump smile, and the softly uttered “What, Wha”?? I just cannot hear you through your bullet proof plexiglass!” phrase to get what I want: an approved ABC (Alcoholic Beverage Control) Special Event Permit, only $25, but seemingly made out of some sort of golden fleece, even better than Indiana Jones’ Ark of the Covenant. After all, you know it must be important when the government groups these three basic things together: Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms- Explosives are now in there too, but do not get to add their initial- thus the Bureau of, as in BATF. Good that Alcohol gets top billing.

Jason and the Golden Fleece or TR and her ABC Event Permit?

ABC Special Event Permit: Better than THIS, for sure!
I was uninitiated to this quest. Our Wine Road Office Manager, Lynn Thomas, is very well-versed in this- but Jury Duty had commandeered her, so I was elected. I could not have engineered a better Comedy of Errors had I been Shakespeare….many trips to D Street in Santa Rosa and back to the ‘burg….complex forms, incorrectly filled out, missing signatures, missing signers…behind the eight ball on timing- time, not on my side- dismal rain and then incredibly clement weather with temps soaring into the 90′s when I was vehicle challenged! NOW I know…in future, I will knock them dead…but in the meantime:
My initial volley- heading to Santa Rosa to get the signatures on the form along with the Event Map….it is raining…and dismal and lonely- perfect for an odyssey or an Iliad….or a drive to Santa Rosa:

Wine Road World HQ...leaving the safety....

Chariot...of fire....been having some troubles with the A/C.

Gloomy day...nothing looks happy...permit for press event here...

Seriously? Sheriff has to sign off on the permit...I am outside the regular parameters of time...officer takes my form and says they will call me when it is ready. I cozy down in the waiting room. He calls over to me, rather impatiently, that they will telephone me- it WILL take DAYS. I use the Forrest Gump/Can't hear you outlined above. A Lieutenant signs my form!

Leave your soul behind?

OMG....
They take my form- after briefly looking it over- not pleased with me because of my timing- but promising to call me when it is ready. I need the stuff the next day or Monday- they do not know my tenacity, my Sisyphus- osity, how I resemble a JRT!



Eddie and Frasier! TR might as well be sitting on his lap....
Uh oh- call from ABC- form improperly filled in- need a famous signer to sign ASAP….time is running out! I head back- no longer rainy- hotter than the blazes.

Classic vehicle for hot trip back, late Friday afternoon.

I get warnings just like Uncle Buck that my car is on fire...just a little oil! (Truck is just about paid off....)

Ah- so sparkly in the sunshine!

Yikes- picking up the forms and making sure that I get what is wrong...hard to do with my head hanging so neutrally low....

Some beauty shots on my way out; I am feeling emboldened!
Taking that form back to the River Office- fixing the error with White Out- ah ha- call from the John Hancock I need who just happens to be working out at a local gym…I head back there and procure (ahem) the correct signature and collateral information, tension is rising. But it is now well past 5pm on a Friday. Cool my heels until Monday 8AM….

Lot's wife and I- lots (hahahaha) in common this weekend....

Ditto Han Solo. (who is named "Han" without a final "S" for goodness sake?)

C. S. Lewis and I are feeling it....

Different Chariot this 7:30AM Monday morning (thanks, Tony!)- down I head, the sun just burnishing the sky...a hot day in store....

Aargh...back again.
Bonus! I am now the Mayor of the ABC on Foursquare!

Worth it!!!
They will “call me” as soon as it is ready….I genuflect my way out of the office…

Difficult to move effectively.
I decide that in order to get that incipient ABC Permit, for my Press Event tomorrow, I will need to just make sure I am present near their office just in case they call….my strategy works!

On my Walk-About in Courthouse Square, I find many Peanuts characters....

The Original and Emulated Fussbudget: Lucy Van Pelt

Closeup, Mr. DeMille.

Woodstock...not a real bird.

Wow- like granite counter-tops, Mr. DeMille...still not real.

A real bird...smart, utilizing the fountains right next to Occupy Santa Rosa ( I belong to Preoccupy....)

Clever real bird...no offense to Woodstock, named for a rock concert or a rather dull spot in upstate New York?
Oh my- ABC just called- my Permit is ready….I sashay on over….

"Schlemiel! Schlimazel! Hasenpfeffer Incorporated!"

You just CAN'T get a bad shot of this building!
Bowing, scraping….I head on in and procure (ahem) my ABC Permit, just in the nick of time! Just trying to do the right thing!

Thanks for the ABC Special Event Permit!

Back to the chariot- hot!

The Miles of ABC Tears....

Eureka, hallelujah! The Ark of the Covenant, aka THE ABC SPECIAL EVENT PERMIT! And my parking permit...I forgot the bag of sand to offset the weight of this golden idol when I left the ABC...

Tracy picking up the ABC Special Event Permit.

My expression....
Here’s looking at you, kids.
TR


Better than my Federal Case to Remember...much better to have an Affair to Remember!

Hi Jerry!