Background Noise: Waves and the Both of Us, Charlotte Sometimes
Random Thought: Napa really is a different world; beauty pageants and all
Mood: Weekend holidays aren't for whimps
Heather and Nick dropped in saturday morning for a quick 30-ish hours this weekend; so, as we've been saying we'd do for four years, we finally went to Napa. They landed in SJC, we drove up 280, over the Golden Gate, paused in Tiburon for in-n-out and excedrin, continued up 101 north to 37, to 121 over to Silverado Trail.
After a too brief stop at
Caldwell's hilltop vineyard, we drove past our roadside inn up to
Darioush for some amazing whites, a stellar red (their Duel), some entertaining drunks and some gorgeous handcrafted tin lanterns. From there, with only 45 minutes before the Napa vineyards closed for the day, we made it to
Paraduxx, whose garden with it's ancient trees gently shading us and the furniture provided the picture perfect setting for a flight of amazing reds; personally, i loved the mallards (2003), Nick preferred the 2004 (i forget which duck), and Heather liked the Red Heads (2005) - we all also decided the mountain vines were better than the valley ones. So there.
Dinner was at the lovely Don Giovanni where we had a surprising
Silverado Sangiovese along with our suppers; i... ate too much. Actually, that was a theme this weekend. As we headed back to our, um, duplex for the evening we swung into this little ghetto beer-wine-bait store where we picked up another bottle - a 2005 (how can you go wrong with that year?)
Beauzeaux. That's right... "Beauzeaux."
Phonetic pronunciation? Bozo.
Which... we totally were for (a) purchasing that bottle after the brilliant wines we had earlier and (b) drinking it anyways. I am totally blaming my pounding headache this morning on that bottle.
This morning we woke up, hit up the inn's breakfast, starbucks, then the Loire-esque
Domaine Carneros before heading back down to meet Steve for lunch in SF at
Burgermeister in the Castro. Then, because driving the SF hills is fun, we went up, around, and down Lombard, dropped Steve off at his WW rehearsal, and headed over to Baker Beach to enjoy the warm sand for a moment or thirty before i had to drop Heather and Nick off at SFO.
... then i drove home and pretty much collapsed. Then i edited pictures. And now? Now i'm going to bed; because there's a keynote in the morning and i want to be awake for it.
(Oh, and, guys? Please come back soon - i'm so glad you made it out here, finally.)
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