On Sunday Liz and I skipped church and headed off to Napa. Noah got drunk as soon as he got off the ark, so I didn’t think God would strike me dead. He didn’t, P.S. Yet.
The drive was beautiful.
Cruisin' for some boozin'
After a stretch of the old legs, we hit up our first tasting. The wine was delicious. It was fruity. And sweet. And that is all I really remember. I think it was my favorite tasting, both because it was early and I could actually taste the wine, and because the set-up was the perfect blend of intimacy and information. We stood elbow to elbow at a counter with a few other people, but not many.
Lookin' awkward
The second tasting was less fun. I was already feeling heady, so I knew I had to slow down. We tried six or eight or who knows how many more wines here, and the last few did not taste so great. I do not have much palate stamina I guess. We met a lovely couple here, Barefoot Todd and his lovely better half.
Cupcake boobs!
I needed a break from wine, so I made Liz stop for some cupcakes with me. We had a lovely champagne cupcake, and, feeling revived, wandered off in search of a third wine tasting.
This one was even worse. A lot of my wine went into a spit cup, which I disposed of in the ladies’ room. Speaking of spit cups, everyone always says, oh you spit during wine tastings, no one swallows. Well in Napa, everyone was swallowing! I am sorry, but I just could not do it. On the upside, we ran into our friends from the second wine tasting again. Barefoot Todd is from West Virginia, so we had a nice chat about that.
Fon-yes, please
Then it was homeward bound, where fondue awaited us! We had fancy olives and a pot full of Budlight Lime and cheeses. It was delicious. And I ate way too much. Who knew a stomach full of wine and cheese would not feel so great? It was worth it though. So very worth it.
Also, did I mention Liz and Brian have a kitty?
Kitty!
This way kitty!
