With Joan in town for a visit, we had to do a little wine at the wagon sometime during the short time she was here and Saturday night was it. Waking up that morning, it appeared the weather had what I've come to call: The Wine at the Wagon Kiss of Death...it was raining. Even though we always have the covered terrace, and porch swing as a back up plan, by the very late afternoon the sun was shining and our tucked away little corner over there was fresh, sweet and dry when I checked it out. On with wine at the wagon!
Gearing down here to head back to the states, I asked everyone to bring something to nibble on. And after all, I still have my wall of wine left over from the vernissage...lots of boxes ready and waiting! I propped up my ancient rake, hung the wine glasses, wine-boxed up the end of the wagon and we were ready to go. The wagon is such a pretty and perfect spot to entertain from. I stood against the wall in the very back corner before everyone arrived and just sucked in our place. We've come so far together. The change during our years of here is incredible. I'm holding out for at least one more Wine at the Wagon while Marina is here next week.
Hmmm...how am I going to translate this to New Orleans? Maybe Kirs on the Curb? Beers in the Back? I'm sure we can come up with something! I'm open to any and all suggestions!
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