Ramblings of the Wingnut

This past weekend was a really kool experience. A friend from Washington flew up here to San Francisco and together with my other mate we all did a trip to Napa valley. Napa is the Yanky doodle equivalent of Stellenbosch, except in, well the U.S. Now I know what you’re thinking - “You don’t drink: in fact the last time I saw you drink you turned redder than Hugh Grant with his pants down, and twice as sheepish”. Yes. True. But it was the experience. I figure (and this is only as I’ve gotten older) memories cannot have a price attached, nor should they be missed if it puts you out of your comfort zone. Pretty deep huh? Yes, it’s true. Wine apparently makes me more intelligent. It is interesting to see how much alcohol I would need to drink to get a double digit IQ.

Beautiful place, Napa. But very similar to Stellenbosch. Anyway, we hit the road at 8:30, got to Napa around about 10:30 and started the wine route (yes mom, we had a driver). 8 wine farms in day. Now I didn’t do the tasting per se, but did sample from my “paying friends”. Yes. I’m cheap. Or rather a cheap drunk. By lunchtime I was toasty. But that’s cos it was 100 degrees - I’m not kidding 100 degrees Fahrenheit, about 38 degrees centigrade (see learn all kinda science stuff that you too can use to impress your friends with). The best part about lunch was being the only table eating sandwiches in the sun. While everyone else was in the shade, I could see my skin starting to cook - and strangely enough, smell pork cooking.

After lunch, I finally did my full wine tasting - and good timing. 9 wines, as opposed to the usual 5…Anyway. I said I would, and did. But shouldn’t have. Things kinda get blurry after that. Something about dancing, no clothes, and a Llama. But on we soldiered to the last 3. I didn’t drink at the last one, and for my sins I had to speak to a bachelorette party. Again, I did. And maybe shouldn’t have. The next thing I know, we’re at dinner sending a glass of champagne over to the bride to be - pretty smooth I know. Apparently alcohol not only makes me smarter, but also more sophisticated, gentlemanly and interesting. How’s that for an endorsement for drinking!

The evening was pretty kool though. My friends and I (pretty lucky to have great mates like them) had a great time. We ended it by dropping my one friend back at the hotel at 10:30 - apparently drinking for 12 hours straight isn’t good for you and then the 2 of us remaining going out to the town (”coincidently”) at the same place the bachelorette party was at - honest (would I lie to you?! C’mon) Anyways after another hour or so (I was sober at this point), it was time to go home. Alcohol had finally won and sleep time beckoned. All in all a good night. Except for not…. (you fill in the end) …. till next time…

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