There’s a little organization I like to call the Cadre of Awesomeness. They like to call themselves the Knights of the Vine.
Every so often, I accompany these insane inebriates on some of their various outings. The location of last Saturday’s insanity- Pisoni Vineyards.
If you don’t know about the man behind the phabulous juice that comes from this crazy compound in south Monterey County, this might help shed some light: Passion of the Pisoni
We started the day with a phew libations and provisions:
All served by the man of the hour, Mister Gary Pisoni, who, after careful retrospection, I am quite sure is composed of equal parts of troglodyte, Tasmanian Devil and Spicoli… and as endearing as the day is long.
I stepped out of the wine cave where we dined to snap a shot of my lunch. Unfortunately the view was as offensive as the wine, phood and company.
Gary was in a celebratory mood and wouldn’t take no for an answer when he was serving cake.
Upon completion of said piece of cake, Gary and I made a cameo appearance in his phountain. I then successfully opened a bottle of wine with nothing but a house key and a cowboy boot.
So all in all, it was quite an auspicious day…
When we got home, a little wine absorption was in order, and Honey Nut Cheerios was what my Pops’ pantry had to offer.
I took a lovely power nap and awoke to a phriendly phellow who was ready for dinner.
It was already past serving time for any restaurant in these parts, so we headed to the store to drum something up.
It was 10pm by the time we came back from the store, so we had a spicy snack.
Spinach Tortellini Bolognese was what we came up with for the main event plus a romaine salad for good measure.
Would you believe I phelt like a million bucks the next morning?
That phountain must have been philled with magic water, I tell you!