Tonight I was wine'd and dine'd like a somebody as I acquired a VIP dinner ticket to a local festival in the county that idolizes organic fruit, wine, and spending money. Yes, I'd love to attend an event that has wine tickets and tasting. Yes, I'd love to have a double helping of vegetables with tri tip. And yes, I'd love some made-from-local-lemons lemon bars. They were so good Stephen Hawking thinks they'll cure his condition.
On the schedule for the opening night was a lighting of the balloons. This festival runs all weekend, with tonight being the lighting, and the rest of the weekend playing host to the typical fair-esque vendors like woodworks, candles, funnel fries, old people in skimpy outfits, beer gardens, and bad cover bands. But hot pajamas. Tonight was so cool.
How cool? This cool.
If a hot air balloon ride isn't on my bucket list yet, it is now. Who wants to sponsor me?
he's earned ALL CAPS ORDERS back to the great State for Lovers, and I've followed a couple months later. We spent a wonderful 3-plus years along the California coastline expanding our wine collection, expanding our friends, and deepening our family.
he wrapped up sea duty needs with an extended deployment aboard the USS Boat Food Sucks, but now we're prepping for the next best thing in the Navy: shore duty.
once a snarky milblogger, but now a thought-provoking feminist pain in the ass, let's pour a glass of wine and talk about the real issues - like rain water collection in a new home.
Blahdy blah…this is all my opinion, powered by good and bad days with the Navy, and the adverse effects on my vodka supply. While we love paychecks courtesy of Uncle Sam, he by-no-way cares whether it causes grey hair, cirrhosis, or panic attacks…blah blah…
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