Someone told me that their non-alcoholic wine was delicious. I said they had no proof.
We were up and moving by 7:00 AM and ready to have breakfast with Donna and Bob at 9:00 at the Bolero Restaurant at our hotel. It was the first time we had dined there, and it was quite nice! I had to ask Bob, “What do cats like to eat for breakfast?” Without skipping a beat, he replied, “Duh! Mice Krispies”
Although I had biscuit and gravy, you would not know that from the menu item title. On the menu, it was called “Bollo con Salsa,” but the description gave it away: Fresh Baked Biscuits with Chorizo Gravy & Two Eggs.
I accidentally consumed five biscuits when I wasn’t paying attention. Those biscuits are wily fellows – they leap in my mouth like sugary ninjas.
Bailey’s was delivered to the table, a fair way to start the day!
Leaving the restaurant, we could NOT pass up the pony ride, and we did not even need a quarter. I tried to explain it was not a ride but a statue; it was to no avail, so you can guess what happened.
Oh, you know why I tell the waiters that we are having a father-daughter breakfast. She is so young, and I look like father time on the last day of the year.
I’m at the age where food has taken the place of sex in my life. In fact, I’ve just had a mirror put over my kitchen table.
I told Mary, my stockbroker urged me to buy a stock that would triple its value every year. I told him, ‘“At my age, I don’t even buy green bananas.”
As a graduate of the Zsa Zsa Gabor School of Creative mathematics, I honestly do not know how old I am, but I am sure it’s older than dirt!
Mary did decide to go for a ride, but when she kept yelling “Hi Ho Silver, Away,” Bob, Donna, and I quickly backed away. But when she cried, “Come on, Tonto,” and returned to my position right by her side.
She discovered the horns, and the truth was out. She then asked for her red cape and sword; fortunately, we did NOT pack those on this trip!
Now that the horsey ride was over, we officially begin tasting wine. Be began at the east end of the valley and then returned to the scene of the crime via five wineries to pick up our last case!
Being professional wine drinkers, Donna, Bob, and I showed Mary the signal for not liking the last taste. She got it perfectly except perhaps a little more squinting of the eyes. Always remember, an empty bottle of wine is better than a filled one. It shows achievement. Personally, I drink to make other people more interesting.
Mary kept a map/log of where we went, and I followed Bob, who Donna led; this could have been a train wreck! As Donna always says, “If you walk a mile in my shoes, you’ll end up in a wine bar.”
Our daughter Robin played babysitter at my house watching Scout, The Wonder Dog, making sure he was fed, loved, walked, and otherwise adored; he is so spoiled. We pulled up the security camera to see what he was up to and found him in his usual position.
We went to five wineries and ate a plate of cheese the size of a small Volkswagen. Stuff and properly inebriated (meaning us boys ceased drinking around 2:00 PM), we headed for home about 4:00 PM, and the freeways were wide open; thank-you Super Bowl!
By the time I got to Mary’s, my face was on fire. Be prepared; this is what I looked like all day. I told everyone who asked that I was in a bar fight last night and you should see the other person, she was a real mess!
Mary found some lotions, and I applied them; I crashed early so the pain would go away. Tomorrow I plan to see the dermatologist as this is too painful to go one for another week!
“If I ever go missing, I’d like my picture put on wine bottles instead of milk cartons. This way, my friends will know to look for me; but NOT this picture!