Okay, to top that, AF and SMM came over the next day and off we were to the wineries!!! We sipped at Pugliese winery where the tasting room had moved outdoors and we had to weave our way through bachelorette parties and buses of women wearing matching t-shirts. We picnicked under their vine-covered trellis and even picked some grapes. Okay, SMM picked the grapes and one had an ant on it and he ate one and made a face that made the rest of us not try them. A girl at another table was almost passed out on the bench. People? Were drunk.
We sipped more at Duckwalk North. That's where AF and I made a new friend. So we were a little tipsy and a little flirty. Since our men were standing away from us talking about football, we decided to see if we could get an extra pour by guessing the bartender's name. His name was not Pedro or Pablo or Billy or Brian. It's amazing how many names his name was not. When Eddie came over to check in on us, I was like, Go away we're making a move here! He left. We wound up giving NotPedro a tip with a note to say thanks. He told us to autograph the note. We did. The old man next to us told us we should give him our phone numbers, too. Umm, mind your business, Mr.IDon'tSeeYouWearingAWeddingRingWhenMyWeddingRingIsRightInYourFace. AF and I then grabbed the guys and went outside to see the actual vineyard portion of the land. There was a foodtruck there serving hamburgers and hot dogs, which of course go well with wine.
We then sipped more at Pindar. The bartender was a big douche and the wine, for the most part, sucked, so we got out of there as quickly as possible to sit outside away from the bad wine and big bag o' douche. We had cupcakes and macarons to celebrate my birthday. Mmmmmm, nothing like sugar on top of sugar.
Then we came home and remained semi-conscious for a while. It's a little blurry for me. I was exhausted but hyper if that's such a thing.
|The gals did this.|
|The guys did this.|
|We ate yummy Magnolia cupcakes.|
|There was wine leftover.|
Things were fuzzy.
|The vineyards were gorgeous.|
I am alive today. My insides might be slowly dying or slowly recovering, but overall, I am alive. I plan to dance again soon. As soon as my insides show more signs of life and stop scolding me for the sugar overload.