Today, Alan and I drove around Petaluma in the Bush-Field truck. I am sorry for Alan though. He was driving. I was talking. Princess Donkey–that’s me. I just sit in the passenger seat and he drives and I talk. I have no idea what I was talking about. I think I was telling him about the WordPress meetup yesterday and how the energy level was so high and how many ideas I got from the effort. It was definitely worth the effort.
I was telling him about my ideas to market and sell his wine–nothing revolutionary yet. I think I just need to pound the pavement. I need to research distributors and meet them face-to-face and just talk about the wine. I am finding, however, when I pour the wine for a tasting, it usually speaks for itself. (Ha!–a wine with a vocabulary–I like that.) It’s a wine with personality and integrity…just like the owner. What else can I say?
Actually today, we were looking for Bruce Gorden‘s bike shop. Alan is going to get his bike tuned up so he can start riding. Very cool. I pumped up his tires in the morning. His bike is so sweet. My tummy simply sank to my feet with envy when I realized what a great bike it was. My bikes are old beaters–quite literally. I’m not going to be able to upgrade anytime soon though, so I’ll just have to make do with what I have–which is usually just what I do. I make do with what I have.