Quit Your Wine-ing!

Except don't, please please don't. 

Because wine is the best, dontcha agree?

In our house, we certainly agree. 

Some of you may not have been around this bloggy for too long, so here's a super short and sweet recap:

Glenn and I honeymooned in Napa Valley, CA.

{And San Francisco, but we just didn't lurrrrve it very much. Sorry, big city :( }

And actually, as of our wedding day, and even the few weeks after, we didn't have our honeymoon planned.

We did have a honeymoon planned in the year leading up to our wedding, but do you know how much a sick dog and a new set of tires cost? 

Oy vey, izz bad, y'all. That curveball was thrown our way in February 2012, just three months before our wedding day. 

Seeing how our funds looked, we decided to be smart, financially responsible "adults" and cancel our honeymoon temporarily. Ergo, on May 12th, the post-wedding week we had to look forward to was going back to work. 

Shitty shitty shitstains, I tell ya.

But blah blah everything happens for a reason blah. Cliché alert, I know. But for real, somewhere in the deep, dark bellows of life, there's a reason our original honeymoon didn't work out. Because dude, we couldn't have beat the honeymoon we ended up having. 

Three weeks after becoming sleepover buddies for life, Glenn and I were eating lunch at a local bagel shop mid-workday. I looked up at him and said,

"Let's go to Napa for our honeymoon!"

That same night we booked rooms at Marriott hotels and had our trip planned for the first week of September.
{Sidebar: Now that we've done it, I do recommend waiting and not taking your honeymoon right after your wedding, if you can stand it. It's not "the norm," but it was really fun to have the whole summer to look forward to our vacation, and then get to relish in those newlywed feelings four months after the wedding!}

Seriously, it was that easy. Ya see, two years ago I'd suggested Napa to Glennda as a potential honeymoon destination. But Mr. I Only Drink Beer said no.
However, after a few years of seeing my Dad drink red wine, and seeing that maybe it was a cool thing, Glenn gave it a shot.

Homeboy now knows more about the delicious nectar than I do!

I get to keep him forever? DAYYYYUMMMMM. 

We made lots of wine tasting "appointments" during the week of our trip, but the one we were most looking forward to was Acacia Vineyard. My parents introduced us to Acacia {pronounced Uh-kay-sha} wine, and we've always counted it a favorite.

So naturally, we went in expecting a fabulous tasting and to buy a few bottles to add to our growing Honeymoon Collection.

What we weren't expecting was to leave our tasting as the newest members of a wine club.

That's right, y'all, we're old grownups official members of the Acacia Vineyard wine club, through which we receive two new bottles of wine every three months. 

Maybe it makes us old. Maybe it makes us "sucker tourists." 

But you know what it also makes us? Owners of bottles of wine that are never and will never be sold to the public!
The wines we receive are generally produced in only about 200 barrels per year, so we couldn't just go out and buy this deliciousness.

And perhaps the coolest {read: most ridiculous} part of our whole membership?
Acacia has to ship the box to a physical location where an adult 21+ will be able to sign for it.
Welllllll, we work full-time jobs five days a week, so Mr. Boxy can't come to our house. The solution?

Every three months, a box filled with two bottles of wine is delivered to our office.
It's not labeled, so we're in the clear there.
But it's more the temptation of sometimes I have a bad day and I just need a swig of vino while curled up under my desk.

Oh yeah, and we also came home with this:

Why yes, that is a box filled with 12 bottles of wine, that we checked as a piece of luggage on our return flight home.
Napa, you're a goddess. Thanks for the fuzzy memories.

More honeymoon recaps here, here, here, and here. CHEERS!