Lots of people looked like this guy by the end of the event. Bonus: can you name the movie he was in?
I can now say that I’m super classy, because I went to a wine tasting event this weekend. My husband, sister and I attended one on Saturday and honestly, I’ve never seen so many well dressed drunk people in my life. And some not so well dressed drunk people, too. For over 3 hours, we wandered around, tasting reds and whites, dumping out the nasties and refilling on the good ones. We also sampled some great snacks, and I am all about snacks. Mostly I just wanted to people watch and dear lord, it was better than any mall or casino in the world.
I watched a woman dressed in a mink coat shove samples of coffee into her Prada purse. (Coffee? at a wine tasting? For the drunk who wants to stay alert so they can drink more, I guess.) I counted at least 6 samples in there before she tottered off. I imagine she was just hammered and would later look through her purse and wonder what the hell all that coffee was doing in there. Or maybe she’s a klepto, although I don’t think you can technically steal free samples.
I saw a man topple over in front of a cooking demonstration. My husband thought maybe there was something wrong with him, but I prefer to think that he just had one too many sips of Merlot. That made it okay for me to judge him and all. I heard later that he’s diabetic, so maybe all the sugar from the wine got his insulin levels all out of whack. I’m on the fence now as to whether I can laugh or not.
I saw way too many girls dressed in turquoise/fuschia/lime green, off-the-shoulder shirts and leggings with day-glo socks and heels. One even had the side pony. I guess I missed the entrance that lead from the outside of the venue into the 80s. Kinda sad really, because I would have loved to bust out some of my old leg warmers and jelly shoes.
Lots of mullets there too, which was surprising. Mullets and leather vests and crazy eyes. Women with their satchels emblazoned with their favorite casino’s logo. Twenty-somethings with perfect hair and tight jeans and smeared red lipstick. Men with their shirts unbuttoned just enough so you could see their non-existent hairy chests. People trying to act classy but having a hard time due to the alcohol they were consuming. It was glorious.
So, to sum it up, booze, snacks and weirdos on a Saturday afternoon. Not too shabby for a stay-at-home mom.
Bonus Question Answer: Cannonball Run I & II.
