I've said it before, but I am such a rockstar
As I'm certain has been previously mentioned, the Boy and I are just nuts over Mayo wines (these guys: http://www.mayofamilywinery.com/ ). The winery is small and cool and their wines are just faboo. It's our favoritest Sonoma destination, and we're there quite a bit.
In the two years we've been hanging out at their tasting and reserve rooms, we've become rather well known. Last night was the twice yearly pickup party for club members. You go up, eat nibbles, taste and taste, and pick up your six bottle shipment. We always have a lovely time, but last night was a particular blast. When we got there, Rich, our favorite tasting room guy, was so excited to see us that he ran out from the behind the counter, squeezed through the 75 or 100 people packing the room, and ran over to hug us. Later we saw Jeffery (the president) who poured us numerous generous pours of Viognier (with which we are obssessed) and discussed the new champagne they're debuting with an oyster party on June 3. The label just has an "M" on it; I told him I was reserving the right to say it stood for Martha.
We hung out late, chatting with Rich and Courtney (our second favorite tasting room person) tasting and tasting and tasting (often along with Rich and Courtney) and making a joke out of the classic 3/4 tasting room pour. On his way out, Jeffery stopped over to say goodnight and to gently distract one of the other counter ladies from the drunks she was humoring and make her get us our shipment. We said our goodbyes and left. When we carried our box out in the parking lot, a car pulled up next to us and rolled down the window. Jeffery called out,
"Hey Martha, whatcha stealing?"
"Anything I can get my hands on!"
The long (and utterly pointless short of it is) that I never feel quite so cool and special as when I'm there. To get the VIP treatment, to have other (older, richer) people look at us and making obvious "Well, who the hell are they?" faces is pretty awesome. I've spent a lot of my life feeling less than, so to feel like an utter godd-ess for a few hours is a lovely thing. I've been threatening (and plan to soon) show up during the week at the tasting room with delicious snacks paired with some of our favorite Mayo wines. It's the least I can do considering the innumerable free drunks I've gotten on there over the last few years.
In the two years we've been hanging out at their tasting and reserve rooms, we've become rather well known. Last night was the twice yearly pickup party for club members. You go up, eat nibbles, taste and taste, and pick up your six bottle shipment. We always have a lovely time, but last night was a particular blast. When we got there, Rich, our favorite tasting room guy, was so excited to see us that he ran out from the behind the counter, squeezed through the 75 or 100 people packing the room, and ran over to hug us. Later we saw Jeffery (the president) who poured us numerous generous pours of Viognier (with which we are obssessed) and discussed the new champagne they're debuting with an oyster party on June 3. The label just has an "M" on it; I told him I was reserving the right to say it stood for Martha.
We hung out late, chatting with Rich and Courtney (our second favorite tasting room person) tasting and tasting and tasting (often along with Rich and Courtney) and making a joke out of the classic 3/4 tasting room pour. On his way out, Jeffery stopped over to say goodnight and to gently distract one of the other counter ladies from the drunks she was humoring and make her get us our shipment. We said our goodbyes and left. When we carried our box out in the parking lot, a car pulled up next to us and rolled down the window. Jeffery called out,
"Hey Martha, whatcha stealing?"
"Anything I can get my hands on!"
The long (and utterly pointless short of it is) that I never feel quite so cool and special as when I'm there. To get the VIP treatment, to have other (older, richer) people look at us and making obvious "Well, who the hell are they?" faces is pretty awesome. I've spent a lot of my life feeling less than, so to feel like an utter godd-ess for a few hours is a lovely thing. I've been threatening (and plan to soon) show up during the week at the tasting room with delicious snacks paired with some of our favorite Mayo wines. It's the least I can do considering the innumerable free drunks I've gotten on there over the last few years.