I know it’s been too long since my last entry but to be fair I was out of town until Monday. My guy, some close friends and I went to the Wine country to swim, drink, and drive with the top down. We had such a marvelously decadent time, as we seem to do quite often with this particular couple that I seem to be having a particularly hard time getting back into the swing of things.
But, I’m feeling good now and ready to share some of the remarkable adventures we had on our trip. We rented a lovely house on a vineyard that came with a pool and a very tame female peacock, which we named Charlie.
The house was great except from 5:00 am on it sounded like we had the Daytona 500 outside our bedroom. The house was right next to the main road and farmers have to go to work really fucking early. Needless to say I slept with earplugs.
Our day in Napa was first spent enjoying a tour of the Grgich Winery, our favorite. Then with the top down, we headed to Copia, the new center for Wine, Food, and the Arts. We had 1:00 pm reservations at Julia’s Kitchen and we were ready to sober up a bit. The lunch was served by the nicest little French guy and was filled with all the regular spectacular food you get at places like that. After lunch …
The girls left the table, both feeling weighed down from all that rich food so early in the day. Walking by the display cases, with there History of Toasters, pass the group of tourist finishing up the tour with a glass of wine, they entered the restroom. As the door swung open the overwhelming smell of human feces overpowered their senses. The girls turned, giving each other a look of controlled shock as they split up to look for an empty stall. The first one went to the end of the line and finds one but the other one chooses to pick one a little closer to the front door, unfortunately for her. As she opens the door she can see under the stall to her left were there is runny excrement covering the floor and the walls. Well, needless to say she did not use that stall instead choosing to move past it and on to a clean one. Trying to get that horrible image out of her head she finishes up and goes to wash her hands.
Shortly after, a woman enters the bathroom caring a bag from the gift shop.
“Beth?” the woman calls out.
“In here”
“This is the smallest size they had, sorry.”
A few moments later a pretty, wealthy looking, thirty something year old women exits a stall wearing a pair of navy blue pants that are a couple sizes too big. Passing her pair of khakis to her friend to put into a bag, Beth says with a laugh, “I just got these pants back from the cleaners and I never would have thought in a million years that this would happen to them.”
Her friend gave a short forced laugh but her face gave away what she was trying so hard to hide.
Beth & her friend left laughing about the situation, leaving me at the sink with the feeling of unrest in my stomach.
I left the restroom and met up with the rest of my group who were already in the heat of discussion.
Seems that an old handicapped woman tried to use a non-handicapped stall by herself and she had a slight accident. She didn’t make it to the toilet in time and sprayed crap all over the stall and unfortunately the young woman sitting next to her.
I can say that I never would have thought that I would have seen anything like this and that Julie and I were extremely excited that we had already eating lunch.
Luckily, the rest of the trip was incident free, just lots of driving around the wine country in the convertible, drinking wine and playing in the pool.
Fun times, fun times had by all!