And Much Wine was Consumed by All.

I went to visit my college friend, Matt, and his wife, Angela, this weekend. (see: title of this post.) They live in Rhinebeck, New York, which is about 90 minutes north of Manhattan by train. It's a very cute, pretty rural little place. The town itself has one stoplight, but there are somewhat bigger towns nearby.

I took the train up on Friday, and we ate dinner at home and drank wine. Saturday, after a somewhat late start followed by breakfast of bagels, cream cheese, and a special topping on the cream cheese, we made it out the door and on to Woodstock, where we ate pizza, did a little shopping, and no one bought anything. Then we went to a vineyard, where we paid $5 for 5 tastings, unless you wanted to taste something that was over $20 a bottle, in which case, it was $2 for that one tasting. Personally, I think paying for tastings is stupid. Does Baskin-Robbins charge you for those tiny pink spoonfuls of ice cream? No matter, we bought wine anyway, and then continued on to do a bit more shopping in New Paltz, where I did buy a few gifts. (Christmas shopping! Already! Can you believe me?)

Then we went out to dinner, where apparently, either Matt & Angela dine nightly, or, as is more likely, when you live in a small town, everyone knows you. They knew everyone in the joint. We ate dinner and um, drank wine.

Yesterday, I left somewhat early, and met my cousin Anne Yvette at Penn Station in Manhattan. We went out for lunch, and then she suggested getting a drink. I drank hot chocolate. I think I might be off the sauce for a bit.