I am amazed at how quickly time has crept past and now here I am packing at the 11th hour and finishing up some work before we leave at some ridiculous hour tomorrow morning. In a little bit we will be wiping sleep out of our eyes as we begin our wedded journey to California. Every few minutes I poke my head up from what I am doing and either yell at Brent to bring something to me (why can’t he read my mind?) or to marvel at the adventure that awaits.
Ok, ok… enough sappy reflection: Who will it be? Twisted Oak or Michel Schlumberger?
Given the short time frame to set all of this up, I am doubly blessed with these two ideal (unique!) and picturesque vineyards to choose from. These very accommodating wineries haven’t made this decision easy with offering their delicious wines and varying accomodations! Let me add that neither of those luxuries were expected nor requested, they offered them freely in pure competitive brawn. Over the last few days the tensions rose, the competition heated up, and the banter increased. I deliberated. Brent offered support in between his NHL09 innings. Swords were brandished, challenges were made, and wine was drunk.
At long last, I made my tough decision.
Both!
Now, I seriously must finish packing and maybe rest a little before we take off.
Winebard, out.
Consider me tantalized. And congratulatory! Either way you go, Karen, your pick will be incredibly and entirely worthy. And, because he’s such a good sport, so is Brent. I greatly admire your collective chutzpah.