Generally when you build up an event, it often disappoints as so much anticipation and intensity has been put on the occasion. However, this weekend was the exception. For nearly 3 months, we have been discussing and planning a wine-tasting sesh in the romantic countryside of Santa Barbara. That is a lot of anticipation.
And the weekend delivered perfectly. The weather was gorgeous. The company was untouchable. The wine was splendid. The Canary, our hotel, was phenomenal. Dinner was scrumptious. And dancing was comical. I am only speaking about Saturday, thus far.
Sunday was seemingly relaxed with the perfect amount of activity. I hadn't picked pumpkins since I was a kid. Nor had I riden on a hay-filled tractor in decades (except maybe once after a heavy night of drinking). Putt-putt, although it was a punishment to myself, was incredibly exciting as well. And the night was capped off by a delicious meal with new-found friends.
Waking up at the wee hours of the morning was definitely worth staying another night in the Greater Los Angeles area. I'm hoping the week follows suit...
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