2002-02-25 - 2:11 p.m.
While JB and I spent time in
Oregon this weekend sucking down wine like we had very rare and
complicated diseases involving potential death if the Riesling
levels in our bloodstream fell below approximately 2 bottles,
Peachy went and got herself engaged.
Oooh, the down-on-one-knee thing,
the staring-at-your-diamond thing, the gingerly-trying-out-the-term-fiance
thing. I love being married to the Mr., but there is just something
extra marvelous about being engaged. It's a state that offers
a subtle difference to a live-in relationship, a new layer of
importance, something almost palpable that you carry around like
the ring on your finger. It's the Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman
stage. The time when you are the most fun sounding - so I
sez to my fiance, I sez - without the implied sexcapade goofiness
and 'Oops! Honey, I burnt the pot roast' sound of newlyweds,
nor the bland in-bed-by-9ishness of married.
We, of course, stay up until
at LEAST 10 - sometimes 10:30.
So JB and I had a good old time
this weekend. There was hot tub relaxing, beer drinking, pizza
eating, wine drinking, oyster eating, more hot tubbing, Big Lebowski
watching, beach moseying, more pizza eating. I think it is entirely
possible I have gained 10 pounds.
I've been going to this wine
since 1996. It is steeped in ritual now, from staying at this
to dinner at the Rogue brewery, to vicious hangovers before 5 PM.
This year it was the most crowded I've ever seen it - just about
on the verge of Officially Unpleasant. You have to push through
throngs of people basically the whole time you're there, your
wineglass in a constant state of near-spillage.
If someone actually drops their
glass and it breaks, the entire place ERUPTS. In the morning,
before everyone is sufficiently liquored up, you hear a crashtinkletinkle
every now and then, accompanied by a scattered WHOO! By the afternoon,
glasses are breaking every 2 minutes, with everyone screaming
something like WAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! If you don't get a
headache from the wine, you definitely will from the noise.
Disgustingly, both JB and I
seem to be suffering some unpleasant aftereffects of a suspect
oyster or something. Let's just call JB
Ralph von Barfsalot,
Aren't you glad I shared?
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Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004