Macke's tidbits (okay, they were in my pocket) when it became apparent
that Kriste wouldn't arrive in time to get any. Hey, it was a big crowd.
Also, I did NOT get "drunk" on the sip-at-a-time wines. I simply "sampled" about a dozen of them. Okay, more than that. But it was less than 20, and it gave me a new list of "go-to" wines when I need to take a bottle somewhere. l enjoyed nearly everything I tried. Except for a couple. When I shut one eye, I could still read the names of them so I wouldn't accidentally try those again.
It's true that I DID intercept two adorable college
girls working the party, wearing Red Bull Cola coolers on their backs
and handing out samples. They were tailed by two totally hot guys -- I
don't think the girls realized how hot those guys were. Hotness is
wasted on the young, don't you agree?
I DID ask for and receive a Red Bull Cola. If you know or recall what Tab tastes like, then you will already know what Red Bull Cola tastes like, but
made with sugar. A strong, pronounced cola flavor, and not very sweet.
It lacks the corn syrup of Coke (yay!), but also the mouth-filling body and
saturated sweetness. It tastes like colas did before all those
other flavors like caramel and vanilla crept into their formulations.
The Cola girls were peppily answering any questions we, the cola-consumin public, may have had about Red Bull. Which was mostly "is there extra
caffeine in this?" (No.) I'm not clear about the wisdom of introducing another cola product to the market when soft drink sales are down. Maybe you mix it with vodka and champagne. Maybe the hot boys could show us what to do with it.
Which brings me to my final point: I did NOT get the phone number of either hot guy. I am
happily married, so I would never do that.
But maybe, I think, it's
possible that Kriste has them.
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I used to work for Red Bull (I'm a guy) and obviously their hiring standards have increased. We didn't have the Mini Cooper, but a Suzuki X-90 and a Suzuki Grand Vitara (big pieces of junk).
you bet yer sweet pattootie that Kriste has them. That girl doesn't miss anything! ;-)
This is indeed the shop in Green Hills next to Trader Joe's. But the tasting was at the Tennessee Bank next door. It has the most fabulous interior -- not your average bank. I took pictures, which I'll somehow conjure into a food blog post.
Anonymous, Kriste is on it like white on rice! Also, she's hot, so they have that in common.
The bad thing about only getting the first line of Bites posts in my feed reader is that I have to click through to see the whole article. The good news is that I get to guess who the author is after only reading a few words.
"To begin with, I did NOT "crash" the Rob Bironas Fund/Grace's Wine Store..."
That'd be Nicki.
I thought I would have grown up a little by now. Added a layer of gravitas to go with the gray hair. Guess not. Hey, how come YOU weren't there with RUabelle?
I was involved in some clandestine secret society stuff. Oops, I guess it's not so secret anymore.
Then we drank a bottle of Quatro Manni at home. Less chance for compromising positions that way...
Cracking up at the Heather Byrd mention. I'm sure she took lots of pictures of herself drinking wine.
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