She's like that. And that's why we're friends.
Nothing burned down and no one broke a bone (or a window)!
The big plan was that we'd go to Billings and stay in a motel with a pool so that Grandma Celestia could take the kids swimming. It was a good plan! And we DID get a motel with a pool.
The pool happened to be an outdoor pool, however, which was NOT mentioned on their website, and the doors to the rooms were nearly impossible to make the keys work because of new weather stripping. And they had an issue with Jasper's dog, Liza. So Celestia and Jasper stayed in Ivan's guest room, but we stayed in the motel.
What to do about the swimming?!?!
Fortunately, Frank and Sam had a room at a motel with an indoor pool and they very graciously requested a late check-out so we could sneak over and swim. Huzzah! Disaster averted!
While we were getting towels from housekeeping (don't tell), the young man who was pushing the cart gave us Andes mints (don't tell) and a while later, brought us a whole HANDFUL of Andes mints (seriously...don't tell). That was such a funny little bright spot in the day!
What else...?
Oh! We had a wine label contest to see who could bring the bottle with the funniest or most amazing label! It was all about the art; we didn't give a sniggle for what TYPE of wine was in the bottle. We weren't looking for specific wine makers or anything, no special grapes or regions.
Here is the trophy (Which was won, incidentally, by Sam who brought SIX bottles of wine!!! The odds were definitely in her favor...):
There was even a recipe on the bottom!
The trophy is to travel, from winner's house to winner's house every year.
Competition is sure to be fierce NEXT year.
That's it.
That's as dramatic as it got!
All's well that ends with pie...
3 comments:
Ahhh...holiday drama. It's the best, isn't it? It sounds like you made out pretty good, though. I mean, no one was injured by the plasma cutter.
The real drama here is you did not post a photo of the winning wine label. Your adoring fans want to know!
Sadly, I didn't get a photo of the winning label, but I can tell you that I think the name was Red Truck Wine. It really ended up being a good tasting wine, too...a Cabernet Sauvignon.
My label was Old Fart and it lacked the class that all the other bottles had, but it made me laugh! I found it at G M P liquors...Mary (the owner) had to dig around for it and finally brought it out, all dusty and forgotten. THAT to me made it more interesting because apparently there's not a big market for interesting wine labels in Miles City. (The premise of the wine is that the best wine comes from old vines, which is true to an extent!)
I LOVE Red Truck! It's an offshoot of Cline and I've actually seen the real live red truck at the winery. The original Red Truck was an amazing Rhone blend - Syrah, Cab Franc, Petit, Mourvedre. I've heard they were making the straight Cab, but haven't had it yet.
Old Fart sounds like it had a lot of Petit Verdot (my least fave varietal :)
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