If it weren't for the people, LA would be paradise. It really is amazing some of the special things that exist in this sprawled out metropolis; things you wouldn't necessarily find in the midst of a city. But this isn't just any city. One of the great things about the area is its terrain and natural beauty - from coastal and lush to arid desert with stunning forests and peaks dotting the environs. I hope there weren't too many visitors to the city on Saturday because it truly was one of those perfect days that makes people never want to leave LA. It was a pleasant 75, gentle salty breezes, ocean waves glistening in the warm sunlight...
so, we decided to meet some friends for an afternoon of wine tasting in semi-local Malibu. Located deep in the canyons of the Santa Monica mountains resides the Malibu Winery.
Family owned and operated, they grow 8 varietals including cabernet, merlot and syrah grapes on 65 acres of rolling surrounds. The open-air tasting room - effectively a hutch - is the centerpiece of a small parkland where old wine barrels form tables for picnicking. I's byo munchies and beware the corkage of $200. for byob. We were rude enough, or smart enough, to bring our own tried and true. While the setting is magnificent the Malibu Vineyard wine was not and we were prepared. Once you toss back a few pours though it gets increasingly difficult to discern the good from the bad! Most of the flight we had wasn't so great but the 2002 Semler Syrah wasn't too bad. Jack bought a bottle plus he'd made a nice nosh of bread, fruit, and cheese from Beechers in Seattle. (The flagship is to die for.)
It so happened that since it was such a glorious day a number of other people had the same idea. The place was a little crowded, hence, good people watching. What could be better than observing winos in their natural habitat? There was one stand out in particular. A woman in probably her mid 30's with quite a bit o' junk in da trunk was wearing a navy blue jersey knit dress and thong underwear. We know this because we could see the silhouette as her clingy dress clung. Our first encounter was when she approached our table with a child of oh, say 10 years old collecting corks for a project. In their way, Damon and Jack had a go at poking fun at surrogate mom at which time she whisked the little girl away as if they were weird or something. Strangely, in an attempt to come down to the child's height the woman was walking around all hunched over like she hailed from Notre Dame, or so we thought, all the while her dress getting caught in the crack. Turns out the woman was blitzed as evidenced by the fact that she went bounding across the grass oblivious that her dress was no longer stuck but floating up and over her bare cheeks. And then she zigzagged back across the lawn to join her party. Not long afterward she grabbed a garden hose and started dousing her friends - the blue dress now sopping and clingy. I wonder if she knows Bill Clinton.
After a brief stop along the shore to dunk our toes in the warm suds of the pacific surf the evening winds down with tacos and margaritas. Gotta love it.
so, we decided to meet some friends for an afternoon of wine tasting in semi-local Malibu. Located deep in the canyons of the Santa Monica mountains resides the Malibu Winery.
Family owned and operated, they grow 8 varietals including cabernet, merlot and syrah grapes on 65 acres of rolling surrounds. The open-air tasting room - effectively a hutch - is the centerpiece of a small parkland where old wine barrels form tables for picnicking. I's byo munchies and beware the corkage of $200. for byob. We were rude enough, or smart enough, to bring our own tried and true. While the setting is magnificent the Malibu Vineyard wine was not and we were prepared. Once you toss back a few pours though it gets increasingly difficult to discern the good from the bad! Most of the flight we had wasn't so great but the 2002 Semler Syrah wasn't too bad. Jack bought a bottle plus he'd made a nice nosh of bread, fruit, and cheese from Beechers in Seattle. (The flagship is to die for.)
It so happened that since it was such a glorious day a number of other people had the same idea. The place was a little crowded, hence, good people watching. What could be better than observing winos in their natural habitat? There was one stand out in particular. A woman in probably her mid 30's with quite a bit o' junk in da trunk was wearing a navy blue jersey knit dress and thong underwear. We know this because we could see the silhouette as her clingy dress clung. Our first encounter was when she approached our table with a child of oh, say 10 years old collecting corks for a project. In their way, Damon and Jack had a go at poking fun at surrogate mom at which time she whisked the little girl away as if they were weird or something. Strangely, in an attempt to come down to the child's height the woman was walking around all hunched over like she hailed from Notre Dame, or so we thought, all the while her dress getting caught in the crack. Turns out the woman was blitzed as evidenced by the fact that she went bounding across the grass oblivious that her dress was no longer stuck but floating up and over her bare cheeks. And then she zigzagged back across the lawn to join her party. Not long afterward she grabbed a garden hose and started dousing her friends - the blue dress now sopping and clingy. I wonder if she knows Bill Clinton.
After a brief stop along the shore to dunk our toes in the warm suds of the pacific surf the evening winds down with tacos and margaritas. Gotta love it.
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Sounds like a great day, I miss those days with friends...
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