A Happy 250th

Kim, Mark, Kim, Mark

For Ms. B. and me, our social calendar for the July 4 weekend was pretty full. On Friday, we met our friends, the "Other Mark & Kim," at Gioia dell'Amore Cellars (formerly Autumn Creek) a short distance down the road in North Carolina. The winery and tasting room is beautiful, though the wine is mostly kind of meh. Their Meritage is pretty good. Kimberly and I have hung out many times with Mark & Kim in the company of several of our other NC friends, but I believe this was the first time we've gotten together as couples. We did have a great time.

Yesterday morning, on the Fourth, we met friends Bob & Yvonne at the Forest Park Country Club swimming pool, where I spent many days as a youngster, especially on Fourths of July. Also a lot fun, and we fortunately had a tent to protect us from the sun, as it was 100°F out there. We all spent a lot of our time in the water. To keep ourselves refreshed, we drank — brace yourselves — Claw Tails (a variant of the ubiquitous White Claw). You know, the stuff that is often described as "drinking TV static while someone yells the name of a fruit from another room." Yeah, that. I'm kind of embarrassed to say that I liked it. And so did Brugger. My God, what have we become? Anyway, the club provided burgers and hot dogs fresh off the grill, and I had a really tasty burger for lunch.

 

We spent the afternoon back home, largely de-sweating ourselves (this took some effort). Then late in the day, we headed back over to Bob & Yvonne's for a very enjoyable Fourth of July party. Lots of nice folks in attendance, all of whom we'd met on other occasions, including friends Scott & Jamie, with whom we sometimes do karaoke at one venue or another. We managed to drink a bit more without getting too toasted. Not Claw Tails this time.

Anyhoo, it was all good company, with good food and good drinks. So, here it is — Happy 250th to the USA, and fuck anyone, inside or outside (especially on the inside), who tries to hijack our ideals and our heritage. I have spoken.

Yvonne, Bob, Brugger, Old Dude

Fred, Bob, Jamie, Scott

Yvonne, Brugger

Magda, Old Dude, Stefan

Social Animals?

Dragon Glass Winery's mascot

Ms. Brugger and I may not be committed homebodies, but socialites we are definitely not. We occasionally go out and about to interact with other members of the human species, but rarely for lengthy periods and almost never without a few days' recovery time. Okay, I exaggerate, but we both lean far closer to the introverted than the extroverted end of the scale. So I dunno what the hell happened this past week. We ventured into the land of the living with frightful enthusiasm, looking damn-near respectable, and behaving like mere minor-league sociopaths. Wot?

There's a new brewery open in town — Renewal Brewing — which Ms. B. and I visited on opening night a couple of weeks ago, and we decided to give it another go this past Thursday with my longest existing childhood friend, Ms. Gretchen. Renewal's brewpub currently occupies the building's basement (known as the "speakeasy"), and the owner soon plans to open a restaurant on the main floor as well as a rooftop bar. It's a great spot, with appealing ambiance, excellent service, and some tasty brews. After sampling a variety of Renewal's offerings, Ms. B., Ms. G., and I headed to dinner at Wild Magnolia restaurant, which has been around for several years, with decent food and atmosphere. And an enjoyable evening this turned out to be.

Old dude, Ms. B., and friend Gretchen at Renewal Brewing in Uptown Martinsville

Saturday, we loaded up with picnic goodies and sallied forth to Gioia dell'Amore Winery (formerly Autumn Creek), where we met friends Joe and Suzy, enjoyed a serious picnic lunch, and drank some decent NC wine (no, "decent NC wine" is not always an oxymoron). Afterward, on a whim, we looked at the map to see if there might be any wineries other than the ones we knew about relatively nearby and discovered one called Dragon Glass Winery, which makes only sweet wines. Ms. B. and I rarely — okay, call it never — go for sweet wine, but since this was a second destination and an attractive location, we figured we could call it dessert. Here, neither of us could finish more than a glass because when I say this wine is "sweet," we're talking "cloying." Still, we enjoyed our experiences at both locations. A damned good day.

Sunday, The No-Dead-Weight Irregulars — this time consisting of friend Scott (a.k.a. Diefenbaker), friend Natalie (a.k.a. Fishdownthestair), and an old dude — gathered again for a Sunday outing and landed ourselves near Chapel Hill, NC, at a place I don't really know what to call. There's Fearrington, Farrington, and Ferrington, all clustered right there, and where one ends and another begins, I've got no fucking idea. Anyway, there are gamelands full of geocaches there, and we hiked after a bunch. The heat was hot, the hiking tough, and the bugs plentiful (including a bunch of ticks, the lousy little bloodfuckers), but we found some mighty cool caches. Sadly, several of the "Halloween" series we sought appeared to be missing, but assuming the cache owners put out replacements, the location will probably be good for another outing.

For lunch, we settled on the nearby Town Hall Burger & Beer, where we've eaten on numerous other caching outings. Damned good dead critter here — lamb for me, and cow for my compadres.

This week is shaping up to be kinda busy as well. Perhaps we'll survive it yet again with flying colors. Woot.

"Hobbit Hole" cache — open wide!

L: big bony spider; R: little bony dude

Bony bat!

Not a geocache, but a very large millicritter