Monday, March 12, 2007

Ah, Sonoma!



My cousin's husband threw a huge bash for her 40th birthday this weekend. And when I say bash....

I may still be in recovery for the hangover. But when someone offers you 40 year old port, you can't say no, can you? Can you?

It was a three-day thing, with brunches, continental breakfasts, tours of wineries, dinners, desserts, cooking classes, cheese plates, wine tastings, massages....you name it. All sponsored by my cousin's husband. Let's just say the house in Sonoma is next door to Danny Glover's, and I spent three days feeling like a bumpkin in town on the egg money. Albeit, a very well dressed bumpkin.

Anyway, we took the convertible.



We pulled up to the Fairmont Sonoma Mission Inn and Spa.

We saw this, and I said, "Well, GOLL-LEE!"



I am being pretty self-deprecating, but we had a great time. I had my first massage, which was lovely, and we ate and ate and ate and ate and ate. And drank and drank and drank. I knocked a few "dranks" aff because I stopped after the boozefest at the winery the night before we left. I couldn't take it anymore. The sad thing is, I was done by the end of the second day. I just wanted to be home in our nice squishy bed, in close proximity to Crystal Lite and regular, every-day chicken breast meals.

The worst part were the photographers, capturing our every move. I am dreading getting the link to those pictures. There are some pix of me that we took, and I look like I have been inflated. There is no nice way to say it. I could feel it happening on a daily basis, and it was hard to avoid, what with the squab and the rack of lamb and the chicken ctuffed with ham and gruyere cheese and slathered with cream sauce. Holy Mackerel.

So, the atonement starts today. (yet again) I am getting on the treadmill as soon as I finish this!
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Update: I went on the treadmill and didn't die. FitDay has been implemented. My water jug has been dusted off. The Battle of the Bulge is officially back on!

1 comment:

SaraDru said...

Ugh! I know what you mean to be that country bumpkin in a social scene you're just not used to (yet love none the less!) and to eat and eat and eat rich things you wouldn't normally eat and feel like you could float in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade after. I just admitted to Amazing that I didn't poop at all for the first three months we dated (on the weekends) cause he fed me WAY too well!