It was 11:40 p.m. by the time I made it to my sit spot, which gave me exactly twenty minutes to squeeze in twenty minutes of sitting. I believe the phrase people like to use is "cutting it way too close". I prefer the term "precision procrastination".

There would have been wiggle room if we had gotten home earlier, but we had just been to a Chris Isaak concert at the Mountain Winery in Saratoga, and at M's urging, we had stayed after the show to get his autograph.

To be honest, it didn't require much urging to convince me to stick around. I like his music and I thought his performance was amazing. We only shook hands and exchanged a few words, but in those few seconds, he came across as a genuinely nice guy, which I guess I wasn't expecting from a musician/rock star/celebrity. I left the show star struck.

I was still distracted when I finally reached my sit spot. It took a minute to lower the volume of the songs still going strong in my head. I gazed at the beauty of the full moon, hanging high in the night sky, with "Only the Lonely" and "Forever Blue" playing in back of my mind. It was the perfect way to end a fantastic night.

What follows isn't a photo of the moon, my sit spot, or Chris Isaak. Rather, it is a photo of the Mountain Winery, which is tangentially relevant to this entry's topic.