Friday morning, we had a quick drive to Ontario, an easy flight to San Jose, and another quick drive to Monterey. We were at the Ventana Winery Tasting Room by 11:30. We sampled some very nice white wines. I was done drinking, while Brad was ready to try some red, when I turned around, and there on the lovely flower-filled deck, was a mouse! Why, oh why am I such a rodent magnet when I HATE THEM???
I was pretty well-behaved, getting Brad's attention (but not screaming). There it was near the doorway, ad I didn't want it to come IN to the tasting room! The Ventana girl said, "Oh how cute." NOT! She brought it some chocolate, and put it around the corner.
I turned around again, and the damn little guy was back. I broke out in a full body sweat, and grabbed Brad's sleeve. The girl brought it some breadsticks. (I'm thinking, "Now all his little friends and family will be arriving for the snacks...") She poured some wine. My anxiety was increasing. I finally said to Brad, (as I was sweating through my jacket at 63 degrees), "You go watch him, and make sure he says up here, while I run down the stairs!"
Safe, in the parking lot, I enjoyed the beautiful flowers and views, and the patio of Tarpy's Roadhouse Restaurant.
Then we enjoyed great spicy BBQ brisket sandwich!