Did Someone Say Wine?

A couple of weeks ago I went wine tasting in the Willamette Valley. 

This, awesome readers, is about 20 minutes away from Chez SSG.  Who wants to come for a visit?

Okay, if THAT doesn't entice you, I know this will.

Hi Predo!  

Just because SSG has been in a funk for the past couple of weeks, does NOT mean that she can't rally at the mere mention of wine.  

Where mah pinot at?

In an odd turn of events, Quiet Guy happened to be on this wine tasting extravaganza--a birthday celebration for a mutual friend.  I was anxious to get Predo's take.

"I don't think he's gay, but I definitely think he likes strong women.  And he might be into something kinky.  Like being tied up.  And he definitely likes French Ticklers."

So there you have it folks.  Quiet Guy according to Predo.  And that was before we even had any wine.

We hung out at a couple of wineries, Predo bought about 100 cases of wine and while the rest of the crew went to some tawny wine country bistro, Predo and I begged out.  And drove.  Slightly buzzed.  To Red Robin.

"GIVE US SOME FRIES AND RANCH!"  We screamed at the waitress before she even took a breath.

SSG came home, did a swan dive onto her couch for a couple of hours and then promptly headed over to Predo's for dinner.

We were supposed to cook for Jimmy, who always does the cooking.  And in our wine induced stupor, as we were stuffing our faces with french fries at Red Robin, decided to make tomato soup, grilled cheese and macaroni and cheese.

Did SSG mention it was the hottest day of the year?  

And we wanted to make soup?

And that even though we were stuffing our faces full of fried, ranch doused, potatoes we thought bread and melted cheese a few hours later could only be made better with a side of pasta, cream and more cheese?

Uh huh.

I called Predo from the road, while downing a five gallon drum of water at the same time I was already supposed to be at their house and panicked said "I've still got to run to the store!"  

"Oh, don't worry.  Jimmy's got dinner covered."

So I spent my evening trying to take a still shot of Fisher and Oscar instead.

Right.

Dey haz cookeez n mai frenz herez!

Jimmy bar-b-cued steaks, made a salad and some garlic cheese toast.  But SSG stayed true to her word. 

She DID help.

By putting the baked potatoes in the oven.  

(Don't say she never does anything for those two.)