I'm into the hard stuff: dark chocolate, red wine, espresso, and (until recently) rare meat.But we had a heat wave last week. And I fell from grace. Well, we both did.
We started drinking rosé. Specifically, Ménage à Trois, from Folie à Deux Winery in St. Helena, California.
So tonight, we had to get through the evening somehow. We took the tots to a park where there are sprays of water. And we let them run naked in the jets while we sipped rosé in our stainless steel camping wineglasses (very classy).
And I started to feel... so happy. Light and silly. And we laughed at the funny people who passed through the park: that guy in his speedo on the bicycle, and those other two guys who had shoulders big enough to fit a whole Jason inside each one. And the tots jumped under the spraying water and I watched the trees waggle their tiny friendly branches.
Who knew rosé could be so much fun?
