I'd rather spend a hundred dollars on a nice meal than, say, fix the white smoke billowing out of my car, so I apologize to anyone who drove behind Patti and I on the way to our first wine tasting. We arrived early and were the first to be seated. Our tablemates, John and Suzanne, were the last couple to arrive due to traffic / babysitter / cocktail shoe dilemma.

Patti decided before the event that she wasn't going to socialize, but unfortunately eight glasses of wine and loose lips go hand in hand. We learned that John was thankful he grew up in the 1970's and could see Ted Nugent at his peak. And well, Suzanne opened herself up when she found out Patti and I are visiting Prague during our honeymoon.

“When we were in Prague I really wanted a Krispy Kreme,” she said, “but all they had was a Dunkin Donuts.”

“Wow,” I replied. “That's fascinating how you spent thousands of dollars to get something crappy that you can get at home."

“Oh! And the restaurants put bags of peanuts on your plate. But don't eat the peanuts! They charge you extra if you eat them!”

“What the fuck?! You mean they expect payment for providing food?! What's next?! No ice in the beverages?!”

“I know! Also, don't eat in the square. We ate in the square and the meal cost twenty seven dollars.”

“How dare they price gouge, leaving you with nothing but a story to tell during your fifty dollar wine tasting. Will your wounds ever heal?”

Suzanne and John were the first couple to leave the wine tasting due to traffic / babysitter / cocktail shoe discomfort. And oddly, Patti and I were the last ones out the door, which finally gave us a chance to make fun of the drunk people. Then we turned around because we somehow walked right past our car.