4.2.01

I have three words for yesterday: too much wine.

meisha and her gang of foul-mouthed but thoroughly delightful friends kidnapped me and took me wine tasting. only, no one told me until we’d been on the road for an hour that we weren’t going to napa, we were going to medocino, which, for those of you non-california types, is three hours north of san francsico. so there were six of us crammed into a subaru wagon, plus six hours of driving, plus four wineries, 2 crates of wine purchased, some strange cheeses and bread hastily consumed in the car between wineries, and then sushi upon returning to the city. at the first winery, there were eight wines to sample, which we went through in a leisurely manner (we stopped to feed the baby goats a bottle of milk). at the second, there were just three, plus the family golden lab to play with. at the third stop, we blitzed through about six wines before moving 100 yards down the road to the fourth winery. i knew i was in trouble when we walked in and the tasting list had 16 wines on it. fortunately, i had charged meisha with preventing me from puchasing more than one bottle of wine, since i had a hunch that my perspective on my current economic position might change once i’d sampled a few wines. somehow i found myself arriving home at 10:30 last night with a tummy full of sushi, a bottle of sweet reisling under one arm, and a jar of gourmet mustard under the other. what? i don’t even like mustard. i have no idea.