This trip was part fun, part work, which
was the definition of not fun. It's the un-fun crap that allows me to have
super fun times and also the reason I've made such great new friends to enjoy
it with. My co-worker Tina and I (I feel it's ok to use her real name since
this doesn't include inappropriate work shenanigans), decided to go wine
tasting together in Paso Robles. I've never been and she'd never even heard of
it. In fact, until she heard me pronounce it in person, she called it Payso
Row-bless which I found absolutely charming until I found out she can't
pronounce shit when it comes to Spanish words. I started making her try and
pronounce all Spanish words we saw along the 3 1/2 drive up from LA and giggled each time she
butchered it. It got to the point where she started reading random freeway
signs like "exit" to prove to me that she could in fact, read at all.
She was a good sport about it and in the end still friends with me, so I call
it a win. After all, she did get to make fun of me when we passed cows off the
freeway and this embarrassing exchange happened:
Me: ooo look, meat cows!
T: um, what? Meat cows as apposed
to what other cows?
me: you know, the black ones are
for beef and the black and white ones are milk cows
T: where did u come up with that
nonsense? (I'm not sure if this is what she said but it was close)
Me: I don't know, my friend told
me.
T: all cows are meat cows.
Me: whatever
Now I'm even more confused then I was
before. Note to self, research being a ranch hand to learn more about livestock.
Wine tasting was a total blast. I ate
my weight in steak (meat cow) and drank my weight in wine. After two days of
this bender, I ended up with drink coasters and a trivet (WTF?) from 4 wineries, a random wine glass that I
probably stole, two bottles of wine I do not remember buying and a very
expensive membership to Justin winery. I think I joined it using a credit card
that is already maxed out so, I'm solid there.
At one of the wineries, we came across a game where it asks you questions about life. The question of "if you were given one hour a week on a computer once a week what would you do?This sicko said "porn":
Ok, so would I.
In all seriousness, I had an amazing
time, here are some pics from the trip:
T and I drove back to LA to spend St
Pattys day evening with our other coworker, Stephanie. We made an appearance at a
Taluca Lake Irish bar, got take out, played cards against humanity, laughed
hysterically, drank Moscow mules and passed out watching Shameless. I mean come
on, what's better than that? Pic's from St Patty/'s Day:
My favorite kind of trip is when a bazillion
inside jokes come out of it and that was this trip. Thanks Tina for going on
this adventure and for still liking me after 3 solid days together. Can't wait
for the next one!
Because I was gone for 7 days and had
wine to pack, I had to bring Big blue. Blue is the monster suitcase I take on
long trips. Blue is a bad ass and survived the adventure and most
importantly, kept my wine safe. I flew from LAX (fuck that airport) to DEN
where BB got stuck and slept in a bin somewhere. Blue chased me around southern
Colorado and could probably write its own blog. (Clearly, I have yet to figure
out Blue's gender). In other horrific news, I was forced to buy an outfit from
Wal Mart and a CHI flat iron I fully intend on returning.
The one good thing that happened on this trip is I was able to get yet another amazing ham sandwich. I got a photo this time! Guys, I'm serious about this sandwich.
BB ended up on the plane that I flew out of Alamosa on. I had to recheck it on United to SAN. When I saw BB round the corner in SAN, I
smiled. We both survived.
But....I swear, no matter how F'd up my
travel is, nothing ever beats the view from the top:
Until next time.
CP
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