Sideways

Breakfast on a snowy mountain, lunch and wine-tasting in sunny Sonoma, dinner in foggy San Francisco.

Enough to send you Sideways.

I was going to blog the comedy that is wine-tasting, but you all know the deal.  Overtones of sophistry, a hint of embarassment and a long lingering after-taste of pretence. 

That said, I've got a big nose and I'm pretty full bodied, so I must be doing something right.

Comments

[jon]

just near that exact spot, where you and sandra were standing, is the start point for night skiing at squaw valley. and that, my friend, was where i had the BIGGEST crash in history. it's a better place when you can ski - as i could tell from the 'we're happy, honest' expression. pip pip.

[james]

i can (belatedly) vouch for this, it was exactly that spot. as for "the world's biggest crash ever", that's open to debate but certainly a contender for "the world's biggest crash ever (that didn't involve any breakages)".

Same time next year, bott?