Vino

Mark and I went on a bus trip (through a very gracious Christmas gift from his aunt) to the Finger Lakes in New York this past weekend for their Mardi Gras celebration. On the first day (Saturday), we hit ten (TEN!) wineries. Later that night, I believe I drunk-dialed my sister and went to sleep soon after... er, that's what I think happened.

The second day, due to incoming inclement weather, our bus driver wanted to head home earlier than originally planned. So, after stopping at three wineries, we headed home.

Noteworthy moment: After coming out of one of the wineries on Saturday, my little eye spotted a great picture that I wanted to take. It was across the dirt road. All I had to do was walk across a little bit of snowy ground, and I would be there in a flash. That snowy ground, I soon found out, was a ditch on the side of the road, filled to the brim with all of the snow that NY had just gotten. Tricky. My first step- fine. The second sucked me ass-deep into snow. Of course it wasn't bad enough that I was ass-deep in snow, I also had an audience of about 30 on the tour bus pointing and laughing at my expense. I had a choice- turn around and forget the picture, or take three more ass-chilling steps and get to the shot I was desperate for. The wine, thankfully, erased all logic from my brain, and persuaded me on to the picture. I took it, and came back the same way I came in. Halfway back, I was truly stuck in the snow. One of my fellow passengers saw that I may need some assistance (ha ha, get it? ASSistance...ar ar ar), and came to my rescue. He soon became engulfed in the exact snowy death trap as I was. At that point, I was laughing so hard I was nervous that I would pee my pants and make a real spectacle out of the ordeal. After much pulling and laughter, we somehow escaped, only to have a standing encore as I entered the bus. (And yes, I think it was worth it. The picture below was "the" shot.)


Overall, we had an awesome time. We had a glorious 37 and 1/2 hours away from the kids (but who's counting), and we brought home six bottles of New York's finest.