My last visit to a winery didn’t end well. You might remember the grand finale found me like so for the better part of a weekend:
When it’s happy hour I reach for one of these normally:
So when friends suggested a drive through a few Amador County vineyards last weekend I wasn’t sure. Meeting for a pint involves a t-shirt, jeans, and the time it takes to scrounge up enough quarters to hijack the jukebox for the duration. Strolling through a vineyard involves a rather lady-like disposition that I don’t carry naturally. I’m not saying I’m completely hopeless but I do feel most comfortable in more casual surroundings. More working class than 1st class establishments, does that make sense? Not that there’s anything wrong with either persuasion but I’m getting away from my story as usual. How about another pic to get us back on track?
I’m glad for the friendly suggestion because it was a beautiful day and I managed to sip at a pace that my frame was able to contend with. “No big gulps,” was my quiet mantra that served me well for a change. So this is adulthood? It’s a new pace for me but one I can appreciate. It’s about savoring the moment rather than greedily devouring what’s in front of you in search of that anesthetic finish. I loved Amador county but not enough to walk away from my favorite dive bar jukebox after a long day at work.
What about you dear reader? Does your beverage of choice come in a tall curvy glass, a tumbler, or a mug? Is it bubbly, hoppy, or earthy? Do you have a go to song on the jukebox? (P.S.: Suspicious Minds and Right Down the Line are already taken.)