A little cheese with my whine

The weather has been unseasonably warm so it seemed like the perfect time for a booze heavy picnic......

It was only slightly cloudy when we started off for the Mt. Pleasant winery, but the breeze was warm and the sun was peeking out slightly from behind the clouds. By the time we parked the car and gathered up our picnic supplies, it had started to drizzle. It was not the ideal situation, but a little mist wasn't going to get in the way of our wine drinking.

We bought our wine and tried to find a table on the enclosed porch but it was already full so we snagged a table out on the open patio and started to unpack our food. In a brief moment of MacGuyver-like ingenuity, I fashioned a holder for my umbrella out of a water bottle and some roasted almonds. Sure there was a little bit of a drizzle, but our food was covered and we could still enjoy our bottle of pinot noir. So what if we got a little damp in the process.

A little damp, turned out to be the understatement of the century. The heavens opened up, and Mother Nature unleashed her full fury down onto our little cheese and cracker party. But we were stubborn, a little tipsy, and not willing to abandon our perfectly planned day. The other patrons dropped like flies around us, heading for the safety of their cars, but still we sat there huddled together under our tiny umbrella, sipping our wine and passing around our block of smoked gouda. The people inside watched us with a mixture of pity and amusement.

After twenty minutes we finally gave in, admitted defeat, packed up our Triscuits and finished up the picnic in my car. Several other water-logged patrons joined our winery tailgate party and we all decided to head for the biker bar down the street. We spent the remainder of the day at the biker bar playing quarters, drinking Miller High Life and gorging ourselves on chicken fingers and french fries. We did manage to smuggle in some of the remnants of our aborted picnic, some Ghirardelli chocolate squares. And while it wasn't exactly the day I had planned it turned out alright in the end; I mean Miller High Life is the Champagne of beers.