I was in my element…and out of it. Not like “out of it” in the drunken or dementia type ways, I might clarify. I’ll explain. Of course I will, because this is a blog post on the internet and YOU WANT ANSWERS.
As I walked back through the winery grounds to get to my car afterwards, I noticed a couple that must’ve been seventy if a day. Grandma Merlot was so trashed she was having issues remaining un-sideways, and was setting her giant white New Balance-shod feet down with such instability that I was afraid she was going to veer into me, singing “ROCK LOBSTER! DOWN! DOWN! DOWN!” I gave her wide berth. Rock on, dearie, rock on.