UPDATE: This is a flashback post. But I’m not sure we had any readers then… haha. We just got a nice mention from Luchador Wines on the subsequent review Rob wrote after this post, and it’s inspired me to pop out and buy a bottle after work. And repost this. Enjoy.
In a concerted effort to enjoy the fabulous 70-degree weather of this mid-July day, Rob and I abandoned post at the Time Flies When You’re On Your Laptop couch and I packed a satchel with beers, cheese, nuts, and fruit for the park. We harnessed Eli up and booked it out to catch as much daylight as we could.
[Splendid plaid tie neck blouse, Current/Elliott shorts, Ben Amun dreamcatcher necklace and earrings, Golden Goose Charlye boots.]
Did we really think 2 beers was going to be sufficient? We plowed through them and a few snacks and I was watching Rob’s hair bounce away as he skipped across Spring Street to the Saratoga Wine Exchange.
While he was gone, Eli and I took a walk around some trees, ate a lot of grass (not me), and pissed off a seriously big posse of ducks. Funny—they were happy to eat my Tam Tam crumbs, that is until they saw the cat on the blanket. Dogs run rampant in the park and the ducks do as they will. But a cat? They must have sensed danger in his panther-like awesomeness. [See above.] I cannot say I blame them.
It caused quite a scene. The 2 parents were coming right up to E, squawking in his face. Everyone in the vicinity was watching, confused. He just ate grass.
Oh, my hero! Rob returned with a screw-top bottle and one big wine glass. Silly of me to think Solo cups would suffice! Despite the frightening mask on the bottle, it was delicious. (Ok, I turned the bottle over after awhile. He was looking at me funny.)
We played 20 questions for awhile. Rob is naturally talented at this game, and I am not. So it got pretty competitive. My secret person was Brian Kilmeade, from the Fox and Friends morning show. Rob’s was… wait for it… Tabitha Coffey. I was stuck on Janice Dickinson, Brooke Hogan, and when I said Rachel Zoe, he slapped the ground and said, “You have no idea how close you are.” Judge, objection… leading the witness?
When the sun set over the back of the buildings, it got a little cold. The ducks were coming by glowering at Eli for round 3. “I think we’ve worn out our welcome,” Rob said, and Eli was doing the stretch and curl inside the carrier so we packed up, tossed some last crumbs at the peepers, and headed home.
We’re going to review this wine (90 Parker rating, ahem) so stay tuned. Also, I’m ordering my favorite childhood game, Kadima, off of the Internet for evening park excursions. With nearby creeks and fiesty Jack Russells in which to lose the ball, that’s going to be a helluva post.
G’d’evening and g’night!