So this short little post is to tell you to pop a cork on something expensive, red, and delicious, and then on Monday, say a prayer for those willing run into harm’s way to protect us.
Paso Robles has the best Zinfandel. Period. Everybody else is fine, but for a full appreciation of this singularly American-style grape, Paso Robles has everyone beat. By a mile. (yes, yes, I know. Primitivo. I got it.)
He’s said to be very courteous, very open to his fans, and an all-around nice guy. And hot. Definitely hot. For a while he had a girlfriend from Vegas. It wasn’t me.
It’s Saturday night, and I’ve spent the last several hours visiting my mother in the hospital (she’s doing fine, by the way. Flirting with the young single male help. She’s 90 and disappointed that they won’t flirt back), and talking to the Wineaux Guy.