We went wine tasting at Agua Dulce Vineyards last weekend. I have discovered that I don't like real wine, it's so bitter. We were so dissatisfied with the aged grape juice that we went to a restaurant and got sloshed on margaritas and Heinekens afterwards. I didn't know that I had such a cheap tongue with no taste for sophisticated beverages
On another note my Dad is throwing a fit again. He is returning my letters unopened. I go through this with him about every year or so. I call and apologize for whatever I did to upset him. He gets mad if I don't call him every month or two. How immature. I guess it would KILL him to pick up the phone and call me for once.
