Saturday Night Shiraz!

It was Saturday night and I was all geared up to go out. Ms. Fabulous and I had made plans earlier in the week and thus I stayed in on Friday night to get ready for Saturday. Only at the last minute did I hear from The New Yorker that Ms. Fabulous had competed in a Jeopardy competition and needed to rest her brain cells. The event had taken its toll on her and she was suffering from a disorder known as mental exhaustion. Even though the remedy for that is an evening out with friends, she opted to stay in and suffer. Though we were stood up by the planner, we decided to not let this affect our evening. So, we met up with The New Yorker at Vino 100 for some wine since our usual non-wine drinker wasn't with us.

The wine selection of the night was Barrel Monkeys, a shiraz chosen by Robin solely for the name and the label. As you can see from the picture below, the Barrel Monkey is a sexual misfit. It apparently masquerades as a sexual he-man, only to be disappointing in the end. Why Robin opted for such an unusual selection is beyond me. Hummmm..........

We were then off to our next destination: Thomas Avenue Beverage Company (which apparently does not have a website). The walk down the street was dangerous, as we had to dodge traffic left and right. What sounds like an every day activity is made difficult by the fact that the 3 of us had consumed two bottles of wine in a very brief time. The New Yorker (god bless her) took it upon herself to get in the middle of the road and direct traffic for the evening. I believe her adventures last weekend as a cop must be rubbing off on her even now despite the lack of uniform!

Luckily, we arrived at TABC in one piece, avoiding all the dangerous traffic and pitfalls in our way. We couldn't decide on what the next beverage would be, so opted to stick with another shiraz (at this point, we are consuming bottle #3). We met up with some friends who had just attended a concert of the Dallas Symphony. We drank wine, mingled on the patio, and enjoyed a pleasant evening outside with friends.

At some point in the night, The New Yorker entered her own little world and I captured this on camera. I can't tell exactly what she is doing here, nor can I remember as the details of the evening are a little fuzzy. It appears now that she was entering somewhat of a trance. I will leave it up to the reader to decide exactly what she is doing!

We called it an evening around 1:30 am, after a visit to the Jack-In-The-Box drive-thru for a late night snack. Thank goodness for the food as I don't know how I would have made it to my spin class the following day without it. Anyway, thumbs up for The New Yorker for planning such a great impromptu evening out. Thumbs up to me for actually getting off my butt and going out. Thumbs down to Ms. Fabulous for bailing on us!

The picture of the evening: