In honor of National Margarita Day, I plan on havin a couple…
I feel a bit guilty since I spent all day Saturday drinkin wine…more wine and then more wine in Temecula with Rapunzel.
Ok, the guilt passed.
I needed this time to just let loose. Wine and laughing and music and more laughing.
Damn, it feels good to just fucking laugh, ya know?
Unfortunately, yesterday morning when I woke up, it felt like glue had been poured into my mouth.
Wine…oh boy…we did several wine tastings at several places.
Stop 1- Robert Renzoni. Wine was good, I bought a bottle of Pinot Grigio.
Stop 2-Oak Hill Winery. Wine was ok, but nothing grabbed me
Stop 3-Leoness Cellars..Now we’re talkin. Oooh, good shit. Rapunzel has a friend who lives in Temecula and is a wine club member, so she hooked us up in the fancy members room…Feelin a bit toasted at this point. When we hit up the bathroom on the way out, as usual, a line.
Solution? Fuck it, I used the men’s room. Yup, I am known to do that and it can be pretty damned funny too. Men tend to fall into 3 categories when I go into the men’s room.
- Super happy (nuthin to be ashamed of and stand there grinning while they pee at the trough)
- Amused (guessin they have average, ok sized wankers)
- Pissed off (itzy bitzy teeny tiny, tiny teeny weenies)
Stop 4-Lorimar-Oh hell yes! My favorite one. Rapunzel and I fell in love with their wine in 2009 when all they had was a small tasting room in downtown Temecula) This place has grown really big and gotten kinda foofy, which kinda makes me sad, but they make the best shit EVER.
Stop 5-Rosa’s cantina in downtown Temecula-good eats but we did not have a margarita since w did not wanna mix and match, ya know?
Stop 6-Fazelli Cellars tasting room in downtown Temecula. Really pretty place, lotsa turquoise paint on the walls, which reminded me of Tiffany’s, which is always good.
I admit it, we were a bit…happy. Shit, Fazelli Cellars probably could have poured pee in a glass and we would have tried it. Made friends with the lady who poured for us (Hey Julia!) and Voila! Julia had a breathalyzer thingy that you attach to your phone. Pretty cool shit, so we decided to try it.
Legal limit in California is 0.8.
Rapunzel blew a .09
Ok, we’re done…
Stumbled back to our room and hit the sack…hard.
Needed some hair of the dog that bit us in the morning…Bloody Mary’s at the Swing Café. Delish.
Off we went to poke around in the shops. At lunchtime, we hit up the Lorimar tasting room.
That was where I kinda fucked up a bit.
The place opens at noon…we were waiting at the door at 10 till. Noon passed and so a few minutes after I tweeted to Lorimar (yup, BOCL tweets) “You’re late and we’re thirsty”. A few seconds later, the fella showed up to unlock the door. I told him I had just tweeted that he was late and we were thirsty.
I’m guessin he did not hear me because just as we were finishing up there, he let me know that my tweet could start a shitstorm for him. My big ass mouth sometimes causes problems. I felt like a giant turd. Super nice guy, so I deleted and tweeted some positive shit.
Then I bought two bottles and joined the wine club. Guilt. Geez, I am a sucker.
Ooooh, the power of social media.
Can’t believe you remember all that! Had so much fun we should do it every weekend. 🙂
Ok, I’m feelin thirsty, lets start packing now! Lol