This Ain’t No Napa Wine Tasting

The one and only Watkins Glen International. Oh yeah.

In between our sips of Ice Wine and 1,000 sweet Reislings, there was a pace car ride around the track at 100mph, stickers being put on us from wineries such as Hickory Hollow that said “spit or swallow” and of course perusing booths of ridiculous wine fest shwag to purchase such as tshirts that said things like “I go both ways” and the pictured redneck wine glasses.

Pish-posh to you fancy wineries. This is how we roll in upstate NY with the locals. Absolutely freaking hilarious. Once again I will have to leave you with a “and that’s only the beginning.” 

So that’s only the beginning. If my fingers could type faster, my camera could take more photos and there were 24 more hours in the day to devote to all the funny stories, things, people. I’ve got more coming about hammered attendees, some great tshirts and other bits of divine insanity that would make those wine connoisseurs who swirl too much gasp in shock.

Boy do I love that I can hang with fancies and black tie this and that and then partake in smashing beer cans on my head and riding around race tracks. I believe that makes me well rounded- right? Or confused and bipolar? Ether way I’m happy, laughing and having a great time so I’ll keep rolling with it. Thanks to you out there who tell me it puts a little entertainment in your day. I love that.