When you wake up on a Sunday mid-morning to a text from your roommate that says something along the lines of: how do you feel about escaping to Napa for a tasting and some lunch, there is only one proper answer.
When do we leave.
Steadfastly ignoring the work piling up in my inbox, I tagged along with Susan and Cronus, enjoying the views of the city from across the bay, sipping the thermoses of chai that Susan prepared, and then dutifully obliging as Jane of Hill Family Estates poured one generous glass after another of tasty, tasty wine. We admired the tasting room's West Elm vibes (uh, look at that insane copper tray on the top left corner of the photo below... Susan had to forcibly pull me away as I tried to toss $75 in the general direction of the cash register), and everyone else admired studly Cronus.
Popped over to the best seat in the house, a chair from The Voice.
I think this might be the closest I'll ever be to Adam Levine, but I'll take it!
Yountville was adorable. Straight out of Gilmore Girls (DID YOU SEE THE NEWS DID YOU DID YOU) but a smidge more pristine and frou-frou. So think Stars Hollow, yes, but with a pinch of Richard and Emily too.
Perfect, 70 degree weather [okay, and a giant dog] called for a lunch out on the patio at the Pacific Blues Cafe. We shared a scrumptious veggie pesto sandwich and a crazy amazing steak sandwich WITH GOAT CHEESE & mushrooms and onions. I'd eat cardboard if it came topped with goat cheese and all that good stuff. Happily. I hate writing food-related blog posts at night. Totally drooling, with no hope of satisfaction until the morning hours.
Here you see Cronus taking a break from crashing into wooden fences trying to say hi to all of his friends. "Friends," meaning any living, breathing creature.
Before too long, it was time to go home and tackle a lengthy to do list.
This is how we felt about that: