It Must Be Spring

...because suddenly we have a social life again. Amazingly enough, most of it was blog related, too.

On Friday, I had the opportunity to chat with this lady, and this lady, and this lady and this dude, who it appears was the only XY chromosome carrier in residence at Casa Feisty this weekend. They weren't too deep in the margarita pool when they chatted with me, but I could tell things would be going downhill shortly. I'm glad everyone had a fantastic time and I wish we could have been there. Sigh. But I'm glad I got to participate, even if it was in such a limited way.

On Saturday night, Tracy and his lovely wife, Julie, hosted the inaugural MOB Wine Tasting at their gorgeous home and the husband and I were in attendance, along with Bogus Doug---the happiest of the happy drunks---and his wife, Ellen; The Millers; David Strom and Margaret Martin; and Jim, who also writes for the Anti-Strib and his wife Joey.

We were tasting pinot noirs, which I will freely admit I have little to no experience with, but fortunately for me, I wasn't the sole taster. We were all required to bring a bottle of pinot, our hosts brown bagged them and then we completed a blind tasting of eight wines. The winner was a 2002 Vampire Pinot Noir that was quite tasty. Afterwards, we smoked cigars, (yes, kimosabe, I'm included in that "we") drank cocktails, and chatted for what turned out was a good long time---the husband and I were surprised to see it was just shy of eleven when we left, and we'd all arrived (quite punctually, actually) at six-thirty.

It was a lot of fun, although, in one memorable exchange, I was accused by my otherwise-gracious host of snubbing the Anti-Strib because it's not on the blogroll. Hmmph. If I was snubbing you, Tracy, you'd know. Trust me on this one. But because you throw a good party, I made the HERCULEAN effort and added you on there---and because you let me raid your gin stash, well, here you go....

Tee hee.