I decided I would do some wine tasting this past weekend....in Virginia. As I have aged, I have grown to appreciate good wine. I don't know the first thing about what makes a good wine, or how to truly appreciate it, but I know it fucks me up a lot faster than beer and taste delicious with steak.
I left Charlotte on Friday and headed toward Charlottesville, VA. Just outside Charlottesville is a sleepy town called Crozet. If you've been there...I'm impressed. The nearest Wal-Mart is 15 miles west in Waynesboro...if that helps. Read More to Continue.
Ah happy friday to you. I have no clue what conference is in town this weekend but I walked through the Uptown Westin Hotel last night and the place was packed. I suppose I could have easily stopped and asked, but I'm sure I can figure it out based on the people I see roaming the streets today. Right now I feel like it is either a "Biggest Loser" casting call, or a "Hoarders: Help my Wardrobe is Stuck in the 80's". Welcome to Charlotte.
I wouldn't describe my recent journey over to Ireland as a trip to paradise...let's be honest, when I think of paradise I usually envision a white sand beach, clear blue water, and a bunch of chicks strolling around in thongs. Also in my paradise, the chicks seem not to mind that my dick is so small I often pee on my own nuts. Who knows if such a place exist. Anyways, Ireland is often overcast and relatively chilly in relation to a September in Charlotte. However, there were parts of my trip that were just about perfect. Read More to Continue.