Monday, June 11, 2012
Our town has a monthly wine walk.
I think they should rename it the "Wine Wobble!"
A plus for participating merchants is that wine
can not isn't supposed to be consumed on the street, so people have an opportunity to browse in each shop and/or talk to the business owners. We had some interesting conversations about the wine, about the town, and about merchandise in the shops.
Some of the merchants carefully measure the suggested amount.
I think it might be two ounces.
Others just 'eyeball' the pour....
pouring anywhere from 4 to 6 ounces.
Some of the shops provide cheese and crackers or chips and dips.
Some shops have special sale merchandise.
Some shops give out coupons.
I still have 4 tickets left?!
After a few stops...
Things get a bit more casual.
I found that I wasn't really appreciating the taste of the wine.
It was just....wine!
I have 3 tickets left?!
Hubby and I keep running into his younger 'twin'.
After the third meeting,
which came sometime between the 7th and 9th glass,
people began taking pictures of the 'twins'!
Things were getting a bit hazy by that point.
How many tickets do I have left?
Where's the car?
I think it is time to go home!
Shall we wobble on our way?
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