Did you ever kind of "lose" a week? You know, it is Saturday and then you blinked and it is Saturday again? That is how this past week was. I blinked. And it is now Sunday. One day past last Saturday. You following me?
This week we've been battling the crud, but I think everyone is on the healing end of it now.
It is nice to be able to think to a week ago when everyone was feeling much more chipper. I wonder if generous portions of wine tasting at Cooper's Oak Winery in Boonville had anything to do with our chippiness (yes, chippiness is a word - trust me, ok?)
We've visited a lot of wineries over the years. This one beat them all in terms of generosity. Rather than stand at the tasting table to taste a few vintages, we were invited to sit down on rather comfortable bar stools. Then the pouring began. Dry reds? Sweet Reds? Dry White? Sweet White? Ice Wine? Port? The selection was endless and the quantity poured were insane. After the third wine, it became apparent sober chauffeurs were a must. There is a first time for everything - the first time I've asked a winery to pour less wine. We brought a bottle or two (or six or seven) home with us. It was that good!
|Bill, Tessa, Jim, Deanna, Alicia, Greg at Cooper's Oak Winery|
We then headed down the street to a bar/restaurant for good ol' greasy burgers or whatever everyone ordered. I kind of lost track. The younger crowd (which means everyone except Jim and me) went boot shopping before the wine tasting. And they each bought a pair of boots, the bums. I was jealous. See Greg's? The picture doesn't show it well, but the top of the boot is blue. Blue! The bums.
|Greg showing off his new boots|
|Reagan escaping down the drive|