Wine Bus

Apparently, Virginia has a "Wine Country," and I decided to tour it on a bus.

Luckily, this wasn't just any bus...it was a limo bus. Complete with "starry night" ceilings and neon lighting to give a soft glow to the black leather.

Unfortunately, all wine had to be consumed in plastic cups, at least until the broken glass incident from last year's wine bus is out of litigation. That made things considerably less classy, but considering the company I think we could handle it.

The first winery we went to set the tone of the day: "get plastered in the face of all obstacles." Cause the wine tasted like shit. Specifically, I thought it all tasted kind of like sweet pickles. That was a more kind characterization though, because some people thought it had sewer notes.

Then after this there was a slight setback--the bus broke down. This was brief though. Once we got a jump we were back on the road (we did have to pull over once when the bus door randomly opened on the highway, but that was taken care of soon enough).

At the next place, the wines were all pretty good, but we decided to have our picnic in their backyard. Big mistake. The lady came out and yelled at us that we could only drink her wine on the premises, otherwise it was "against the law." Now, I'm pretty sure that drinking on private property is never against the law, and even if it were, I'm fairly certain that it would not matter what brand of alcohol you were consuming. So there was some grumbling. And by grumbling I mean Suzanne kept saying things like, "let's bomb this place."

The rest of the day went pretty much the same. There was some food fighting, there was a red wine-spilled-on-someone's-white-shirt incident, and then we went back to Aimee's house and barbecued and played drunken Trivial Pursuit. And later my shoes got lost somewhere under the deck and I had to wear Ethan's back because it was his fault, so he walked barefoot all the way across Capitol Hill to Union Station.

Good times.