In last night’s blog I mentioned the wine tasting to occur at my house tonight. I have never seen so many bottles in one place. Take a look. At one point someone counted and said there were 64 bottles. Since there were over 100 people in attendance…and left overs everywhere.
About two hours before the event, dark clouds appeared on the horizon. I turned on the TV; severe thunder storm warnings slid continually across the screen; it began to sprinkle. Oh, no. The storm went around, guests showed up, and they could even eat outside on the patio. About half way through the party, the smoke alarm went off. Market Street, the party sponsor’s grill apparently smoked too much or my alarm system is very sensitive. A friend grabbed a broom, pushed a button, and it stopped, only to repeat the process several times.
The boxes on the left in the photo below contained approximately 100 wine glasses. The procedure: get your own glass, walk to the bar, pick a wine and try it.
Several people wanted some empty glasses, one for a friend’s craft work and another for herself. She makes her won wine. Here are the bottles I rinsed and lined up for her to pick up later in the week.
In the end after nearly everything was packed up and the garbage bagged and in the garage, a few of us sat around and drank some of the friend’s homemade wine. Hobby, the Market Street wine guy, had set aside a copy of my poetry book to purchase and have me sign. He looked where he put it. We looked around; nothing. Apparently we had a poetry book thief at the party. Who would have thought.
About ten minutes after everyone drove away, lightning zoomed across the sky, the thunder boomed, and the tempest finally stuck, the perfect ending.