So now that I’m not planning a pregnancy in the anyway foreseeable future, due mostly to the astronomical cost of health insurance in combination with our need to procure a green card, I’ve had to readjust my thinking. No more swooning at booties and midwife researching, no more baby name contemplating. I had a pretty bad case of baby fever, folks. Thirty-something women be warned: that shit is contagious. On the plus side, I don’t need to think about giving up my two favorite things anytime soon—riding horses and drinking wine. Not at the same time, obviously.
And in honor of that, I thought I’d take a moment for show and tell.
This is Covell, my new favorite spot in Loz Feliz for a glass of wine. The staff is lovely and they’ll pour for you until you find your favorite glass. Mine, at the moment, is a glass of Chardonnay from Chablis. Hubby and I have been there about four times in the last few weeks (yes, I am heartily off the wagon) for good times and great recommendations from our favorite bartender Doug from Napa. He’s the tits.
And this is the lovely New Jersey, formerly known as Republic before joining The Equestrian School. He hails from the Czech Republic and is an accomplished show jumper. I’ve been riding him every week for some time now and though he’s prone to being a bit quirky—refusing jumps when he sees shadows and throwing out the occasional buck—I’m in love with this big old teddy bear. Isn’t he cute? Perhaps even cuter than, say, a baby? Well, he’s less expensive.
I know, horses less expensive than babies, who’d have thunk? Wine and horses it is.