From last week's adventure
Got this when the OC Metro-Link had free rides throughout the county on its eleventh birthday last week! It is supposed to say "Your Wheels," but now it only says "Your Whee."
(PS -- look how ripped I am!)
Erin and I rode the rails with our friend Brett and Autumn down to San Juan Capistrano where there's an old mission dating from 1776 (one of my favorite years) and a lot of cutesy/folksy tourist stuff to buy -- statues of cartoon alligators preparing for a barbeque, that sort of thing.
A lot of vendors were also having sales and discounts for the birthday celebration, so we took in as much free stuff as we could. In SJC there was an advertised free wine tasting, and although the bar tender told us that the train people had listed that on their sign without actually making sure it was OK with the wine people, we each got two glasses of wine to try!
This was actually much better wine than any I've had before, one tasted like fruit or something, and the other tasted like . . . well, blood I guess, but not in a bad way? Erin said it just tasted like food, which is why she couldn't finish it. Brett and Autumn actually ended up finishing off both of her glasses, but I drank both of mine and felt refreshed afterwards, though not tipsy or anything that felt on the road to drunksville.
We walked around a bit more, enjoying the warm weather and the quaint part of town by the trainstation, got dinner to go, and headed back to the trainstation. The free wine had been crossed off of the list of birthday offers.
The rides both there and back were pleasant, although pretty packed with kids, families and bad examples of parenting. Beautiful scenery, though. In Orange County! Who knew?
Back in Orange, we took advantage of one more free deal and got ice cream from Watson's drug store, and then walked back home.
It was a beautiful day for public transportation, birthdays and other free stuff.
Also, at least three girls noticed and swooned over my tatoo the next day. I am happily not on the market, but any eligible bachelors might want to take note: not only do chicks dig hats(scroll to the bottom), they also dig temorary tatoos. Good luck.
posted by Aaron at 2:06 PM
5 Comments:
I always thought wine tasting is where you taste it and spit it out.
I always thought that there was a very small amount of wine that you swirled and smelled and sipped. We did all of those, but it was still closer to half a glass each, I'd say.
Wine is not juice, so I would go for juice over wine any day.
Every time I've heard someone describe a wine tasting, they said it is where you just taste a small amount and spit it out, because otherwise you'd get drunk from all the wine.
this wasn't really enough wine to get drunk. I'd never been to a wine tasting before, so I can't say how they usually go.
yeah...you usually have a bucket that you spit it out into. but this is when you're tasting lots and lots of wines. if it was just two glasses they probably wouldn't do it that way
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