This oldish guy named Don was pouring slugs of wine that tasted like smoke up at the Hop Kiln winery, and he was all, “What’s a Broad Summit?”
“It’s a wide, flat place at the top of a mountain where a lot of people can stand together,” I said.
He looked at Rebecca’s shoes in confusion. “So, you all are mountain climbers?”
Favorite moment of the weekend:
Talk turned to blogging platforms and whatnot, and someone asked Mimi Smartypants, “How do you back up your blog?”
Mimi held up her fists like a boxer and said, “WITH THESE.”
Second favorite moment: Alice‘s shoes.
Third favorite moment: When I felt a burn in my abdomen from laughing really hard.
(Tie for third favorite moment: Finally getting to tell Evany to her wonderful face how much I loved her book.)
Fourth favorite moment: Bryan telling me how they blew all the stumps out of the ground at the Korbel winery in the 1960s by letting the producers of Combat! pretend it was WWII Germany.
FM4b: Bryan graciously assenting when I fake-remembered that Larry Storch was in Combat! (Nope, that was F Troop. Brain? I think we have some usage issues.)
Fifth favorite moment: Oh, I don’t know. Everything.
Evany!!!!! Thanks to Eden for leading me to Evany. I am so glad to see her in the pics. Sounds lovely. So jealous.
I have no idea what any of this means except I think we're at war.
That can't be good.
All I want is to be something like 1/8th as awesome as Mimi Smartypants. It sounds like a perfect time was had by all. Excellent.
I love the huge ole block pictures.
Sounds wonderful.
As far as I can tell, A Broad Summit involves wearing expensive shoes and blue, red, and black clothes. ::unworthy::
Sure would be nice…
Sounds like an absolute blast.
i . love . the . shoes. that's all .
World takeover anyone?
These are great pictures but they unfortunately are making me realize that my plan of not trying to be cool anymore–for reasons of simplicity and cost cutting–could have some drawbacks. If I ever met the person with the blue tights I have a feeling I would regret that.
Another effect this post has had: I think I'm going to call everything a summit from now on. Love that word. It's a Summit. Not a BBQ.
I want to come! I'll bring vodka in water bottles. No one will EVER KNOW.
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Bossy is putting herself to bed for a week. Perhaps longer.
Me = Jealous