So yesterday, I went wine tasting in Napa Valley with my parents.
[NOTE: Napa Valley is in Northern California and is north of the San Francisco Bay (San Jose/Cupertino, where I'm from, is on the south side). There are several well known wineries in the Napa area. Napa is a famous wine-producing area and is, without exaggeration, the Bordeaux of the United States.]
Ironically, it was because I was with my parents that I drank with less self-constraint than usual because I know my folks have my back. Napa Valley in a nutshell: private wine tasting tour + parents in tow = all-you-can-drink for yours truly!
We arrived at the Beringer Vineyard winery and started chugging tasting at 11 AM. By noontime, after an hour of double fisting delicate swirling and sipping, I felt pretty good.
At some point, I had a conversation that went something like this:
Me: I'm tired...
Parents: ???
Me: ???
Parents: ... Are you drunk?
Me: ???
Best. Buzz. Ever.
