New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Monday, September 06, 2004

Okay, I am sure than everyone has abandoned Little Squaw (all four of you)...but Gert has been raging on into the night about her need for my squawking. Now that I think of it, Loki made a passing reference as well.

Gilly has been silent...mostly because he has been a witness to the crazyness which has enveloped me.

So where did the rest of our vacation go?

Well it all started with a software glitch. Being the girl that I am, I refuse to put all my eggs in one basket. That said I've refused to adopt Blogger's photo hosting thingy and have stuck with Village Photos. I don't want to fully marry the man ya' dig?

Well Blogger doesn't play so well with the Village Photo links and I get all sorts of irritated and the minute this feels like WORK I walk away.

We took about a billion photos on vacation, all while giggling, "OH that has to go up on the blog."

Blame it on blogger.

Now how many weeks later and I've had way too many adventures.

I ate two fried pickles in Gatlinburg.

And they were good!

I spent the week of my brother's wedding drinking lots and lots of beer. Lots and lots being relative and playing out to about two beers a night.

Until the girly get together that is. There was going to be a boys night out and a girly get together the day be for the day before my brother's wedding.

Well Gilly and I got to Asheville early to go to the Biltmore. Part of the Biltmore tour is a tour of their vineyards. We don't dig on that sort of thing mainly because Gilly is a microbrew kind of guy and well, due to a medication I have to take, wine makes my gorge rise and the rest of me want to exit right past my bicuspids.

But we totally did Biltmore and after hiking through the woods to get to the car we were all like, "Well we PAID for it...let's check out that wine tour."

Ahem...so we drive the long and winding road to their door...and we walk all the way to the entrance and I realized that I had left the tickets in the car and back we went.

I should mention that you walk under a grapevine on your way to the tour. A grapevine about one foot above my head and to which I kept gesturing and saying, "Gilly get me a grape! PLEEZZZZZ!" all whilst jumping into the air while wildly waving my arms.

He wouldn't do it. He said that they weren't for consumption but maybe he'd grab one for me on the way out.

Harumph.

So we went on the self guided tour which to be honest was quite clinical and felt very devoid of "I Love Lucy" grape stomping. At the end of the tour we end up in a room with about four bars in it. We walk in and a guy hands Gilly a little Biltmore wine glass and asks me if I want one too.

Mind you we paid for this opportunity but I can't drink wine.

I decline but then I think, "Well if we're going to get a souvenir glass than I need to 'pretend' to taste so we can get a matching pair." RIGHHHHTTT.

Well I took a couple of sips and when I didn't vomit all hell broke loose. We tried about fourteen wines and then I was all about tasting the champagne/sparking wine.

There was an additonal cost for that.

So we bellied up to the bar and paid for three tastes. I picked the first one. THEY GIVE YOU A FULL GLASS! (Which we were sharing. ) Not like the wine tasting which was about a 1/4 glass of wine.

First glass down and Gilly picks the next. Well somewhere along the way we got lost because when we were discussing what the third should be the guy was like, "You just had it!" and we were like, "Uh, no we didn't!" And he was like, "Uh, yes you did!"

And that's when we realized that we had had enough. Within the course of ONE hour, we had lost our memory and ability to track how much we had drank.

They don't give you the little glasses as souvenirs.

Well I was fairly toasted and it wasn't yet 3PM in the afternoon. I had quite the buzz. I ended up buying my brother and future sister in law a bottle of our third and favorite sparkling wine and on the way out Gilly plucked me a grape.

When we got back to the room we collapsed into bed to sleep it off.

Well a couple of hours later I had to go to the girly thing and what do you think that they were drinking? All the damn wine that I had tasted. ICK. UGH.

It was very nice, but I didn't really know most of my sister in laws friends (all from college and all older than me).

Then my brothers friend's wives/girlfriends showed up and I had people I knew. A total of two. Well me and the wife friend start talking about music and such and then she says to me, "Do you want to see if we can find the boys and go out with them?"

We ended up leaving (I'd been there a couple of hours).

Then we went and found the boys. My boy had lost his cell phone which I later found in the by calling it. I had changed his ringtone for me to say, "Dog the honey's on the phone." I found the little voice in the trunk.

We ended up going to a local bar with live music and drank more beer.

We spent the next evening drinking beer/gimlets, etc...and so the cycle continued.

We were very glad to come home.

So very exciting...and I haven't even gotten my first experience touching another woman's implants. - I should clarify...breast implants in general as I haven't any of my own.

posted by JustKeepMum on 3:28 PM