Friday, January 31, 2014
My boyfriend's brother's girlfriend (who also happens to be the BF's ex sister-in-law, same brother but long story) invited me to a wine tasting.
I have never been but always wanted to. I envisioned a relaxed cozy atmosphere with small groups mingling around but that wasn't even close to what is was. For one it was in a very large city about 60 miles away and it was a fund raiser for a nationwide, well known cause.
I watched people for a few minutes and then just wandered from table to table on the outskirts of the rooms, yes rooms. Upper and lower levels with I've no idea how many tables or people or vendors or merchants or wineries. I do have a book from the event, not a booklet but a book, so I could actually look if I really wanted to find an exact number. You can probably tell that I'm not going to do that. I didn't get a chance to visit more than two tables in the center areas. One because I liked the color of the guy's shirt (weird I know but it was purple) and the other because it was 'middle sister' which I am by the way.
Many or the high end wines I would never had tried any where else and local talent (meadery from town in southern part of the state) I was pleased with every single one of their mead offerings. Vendors had cupcakes (avoided) chocolate covered strawberries (ate two) eggplant something, salad, lobster thingy, steak tips and on and on. They served you very tiny servings, about one fork full, maybe two but they were all delicious. Try and track those though, go ahead I dare you!
So I drank too much which you probably surmised but I had a great time and would plan much differently if (who am I kidding, when) I do any other one. Less drinking and more planning is actually the only plan you need.
So me and the girlfriend/ex-wife are now pretty good friends and for any one wondering, she was the designated driver, door to door service even!