Weekends, Wineries, and a City Boy...

Amidst all the gardening talk and yard sale finds, I think I failed to mention that Steve and I celebrated our ten year anniversary last month. Ten years...Wow! I am planning a full out tribute post to Steve and to our ten, amazing years of marriage soon. Wait for it, ladies and gentlemen, as I suspect it will include some really great (and possibly a little embarrasing) photos from the past ten years!

But for now, let me tell you how we celebrated. Don't get too excited. It didn't include an airplane ride, a string bikini, or a fruity drink with an umbrella in it. We were planning to go to a Sandals resort in the Bahamas, to relive the crazy fun of our honeymoon (which was spent at a Sandals resort in St. Lucia). But a few months ago we made a decision to spend our Bahamas money on a trip to Disney with the girls. It seemed like a smart idea at the time, but right now, as I'm dreaming of a week with my man on a tropical island, I'm wondering what we were thinking when we made that decision.

So, instead of the Bahamas, we spent the weekend in beautiful, exotic, Virginia. We decided to do a little winery weekend tour. We woke up early and shopped in the coolest antique stores. Seriously, they were such cool stores (think Pottery Barn, except older and more stylish and more solidly made). Steve is a great shopper, and I love that about him. He even carried my purse around this huge antique store. How could you not love a man carrying a pink purse?

Side note: When I first started dating Steve, I told my mom that it wasn't going to work out because we didn't have anything in common. She asked me why I felt that way and I said, "Well, he doesn't hunt or fish or shoot archery...." She just kind of looked at me funny and said, "Yeah, but neither do you!" Ha...she had a good point! I had never dated a guy (or even known a guy, for that matter) who didn't do those things...that is, until I met Steve. He liked movies and shopping and going out to eat and drinking wine (or beer or jungle juice or tequila...ha!) and bunji jumping and being a little wild. I call him my "City Boy," though he would tell you that I'm more "city" than he is, because I scream at the sight of a spider and think camping should involve air conditioning.

So where was I? Oh yeah...my city boy and I shopped and ate lunch at a wood-burning pizza oven restaurant. We got "grown up" pizza (fancy cheeses and sauces, with lots of toppings). I think it was the best pizza I've eaten in my entire life (and I have eaten my fair share of pizza)! Then we set out on the winery tour.

The first place was beautiful.

Didn't I tell you? The wines...well, they were not so great. But we drank them anyway and then listened to some live music and took corny pictures on the deck.

Notice the water? We had to stay hydrated (and sober) so we could drive to winery two. We were goofier and louder(and possibly drunker?) at the next winery. This time, we swirled and sniffed and tried to see if the wines really tasted like the descriptions (who writes those descriptions anyway?).


Then we bought a bottle of wine and sat outside, stuffing our faces with warm ciabatta bread and tomato pesto sauce and drinking (Steve drank the wine, I stuck with gatorade...because someone had to drive). We decided that winery number three would have to wait for another day.


Later that night, we curled up together and watched a good Hallmark movie.

I guess my mom was right...my "City Boy" and I still have lots in common, even after ten years!