Last week Michael and I decided that between mental breakdowns, science projects, dental repairs and the picking up of bucket loads of dingo shit, it was time to head out of town for a while. Our requirements were simple: no kid, no dogs, plenty of wine and some really hot sex.
So we headed to Texas Hill Country to tour a few of the Texan vineyards for a few days. Did you know they made wine in Texas? Did you know vineyards open at 10:00 AM and close at 10:00 PM? Neither did I, but I feel a vital need to share this information with all of you.
Everything didn’t go quite as planned. The hotel where we had reservations turned out to be something along the lines of a Motel 6. It looked nice enough online, but once we checked in I could feel the germs of the last twelve people staying in that room sticking to my skin. Call me a snob, but Runner Susan doesn’t do a germy Motel 6. I didn’t sleep a bit the first night and my immediate call of action the next morning was to find us another place to stay. Luckily, we were able to get the last room at a lovely Bed & Breakfast called Rose Hill Manor. I normally don’t do Bed & Breakfast places because I don’t like the idea of sharing a bathroom, or being in a stranger’s old house. But here we had our own bathroom, the room was clean and there were no quarter machines next to the bed. The view from our room also went on for miles.
I was now happy and ready to proceed with the tasting of wines. There were about six vineyards in the area we were staying and we were able to hit about four of those vineyards. They were all nice places and I have to say that I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the wine. My favorite wine was one at Texas Hills Vineyard called Kick Butt Cab, which we enjoyed with dinner last night. Master Rowdy liked it too.
Did you know that after 4 days of tasting wines Runner Susan does crazy things? Like eat antelope? And baby quail? Me either. The antelope was actually quite tasty, but I’m still having issues with eating an animal that looks like a baby.
The last day of our vacation we were very fortunate to meet an Italian artist named Benini and his very lovely and beautiful wife, Lorraine. We spent some time with them discussing art, politics and how Americans have dirty asses because of our lack of bidets. Their gallery is beautiful and we very much enjoyed the engaging conversation. I adored them both. We also have a white rose painting on hold that is going to look divine over our bed, which is just a very sad blank wall right now. See.
Overall, it was a wonderful vacation, even if Michael did ride his bike everyday. I wasn’t happy about that because I’m injured, which makes him injured by default. But I reckon I’ll forgive him.
We have our Cherry Berry home too and she’s doing so well. She knows 22 commands and is only half the wild dingo she was before camp, but still the sweet little licker we know and love.