Wine-O anyone?

Evidently I am a dumbass because today is Wine-O tour and I set my alarm for 8 am but accidentally changed the time as well so I got up at 7 am. Yep, I'm a genius and have a little free time on my hands now. When I woke up an hour early, my first thought was that I hadn't heard from the limo driver yesterday, as I was supposed to, so I called him and turns out he had forgotten he was driving us today. Yep, plum forgot. Good thing I called him or we would be sitting here eating quiche and potato salad all day and drinking a lovely boxed pinot gris I squirreled away as a back up. That would have seriously sucked ass. Yesterday, while I watched the grocery store cashier ring up my many hundreds of dollars worth of quiche fixings it dawned on me that I have a serious mental problem. There is so much more to putting this yearly event together than just picking up the phone and scheduling a limo. That would be super easy. No, I have to make breakfast for 24 people and then plan a BBQ after drinking all day as well. I'm surprised I didn't make the hamburger buns from scratch and, come to think of it I probably could have since I have this extra hour on my hands. Maybe next year I'll stick to the boxed wine backup plan instead; we'll all be drunk by noon anyway, so who'll know the difference.

I promised these photos of Bart's wake/birthday party earlier this week so I guess I better post them before the blog police come after me for breech of contract or something. Bart wanted a fun and memorial party for his thirtieth so he asked a few of us to plan one for him. So we did----an because most of the people in our large group of friends are well over thirty, we decided to kill the youngster off. So we had a wake, I dressed up as the grim reaper and whisked him away from his birthday dinner in front of his friends and an entire restaurant of diners. Rob was good enough to play photographer. Enjoy.

Death informs young Bart that she is here to collect his youth. I suspect I got to play the Grim Reaper because I'm the oldest and therefore closest to actually meeting the Grim Reaper soon. Or maybe I just look like death, not sure.

Our plans to rent a hearse fell though so we borrowed a car that looked enough like one.

Bart lying in state at his wake.

Remember the part at the beginning of this post where I pointed out how I make events more complicated than I need to? Well, as if planning a wake weren't difficult enough I went ahead and assigned myself the task of building a funeral wreath from scratch. RIP. Have a fun Memorial Day weekend! Hopefully I'll stay sober long enough to take a few photos at the wineries. So, yeah, don't hold your breath.