(I should clarify that Catty and I went to high school together. She is not in high school. I need to make that known since the words "wine tasting" will appear multiple times in this post. I don't want you to think I contributed to the delinquency of a minor.)
Now, Catty only lived in Culpeper about a year and a half but we weren't out of the car 15 minutes when she saw people she knows. It was great because I got to learn all of the town gossip. Sure, I don't know any of those people, but I now know all of their business. I don't like to spread gossip. But, I'm certainly not opposed to knowing gossip. Especially when it involves....oh wait...no, I shouldn't tell you.
Getting the 4-1-1 from Miss Minerva |
This is where I should tell you the story of my wallet. Basically, I went to Culpeper and my wallet stayed in DC. Of course, I didn't know that until I was in Raven's Nest Coffeehouse and had ordered myself an acai green tea and a super delicious almond scone. That was the moment when Catty officially became my sugar mama for the day. God bless her. No wonder this town loves her.
So, after we "made the rounds" at the coffee shop, we walked to the farmers' market. You guys know I love a farmers' market. Armed with zero dollars, I pretty much just tried all the samples. All of the produce looked amazing and the market - albeit small - was wonderful. Quality instead of quantity, my friends. And by "quality," I mean oreo cookie bread. Yeah, that's a thing.
Our next stop in our day of Virginia fun was a trip to local Old House Vineyards. The property was gorgeous (much like the weather that day) and we were very excited to walk around the rows and rows of grapes.
Although we weren't so excited about the grapes that it deterred us from heading straight to the tasting room first. Mama didn't raise no fool. We tried nine different wines and surprisingly the rose was our favorite and we each bought a bottle. (Well, one of us bought two bottles because the other person is the dumbass who left her wallet at home.) Rose is making quite a comeback in the wine world. Don't be scared folks, it doesn't taste like a wine cooler like some people (me) often think, based on the color.
Next on our tour de Culpeper was lunch. Catty suggested we go to her favorite lunch spot, Thyme Market. That's also where she made me try this cheese spread they call "Culpeper Crack." And then she bought some. So, essentially she became my crack dealer.
We enjoyed wraps (and crack) at a table outside in the alley. It wasn't as gangster as it sounds. (Do gangsters eat wraps?)
Culpeper may be a small town, but it (she? Are cities girls? Like boats?) has some great shopping. It was probably a good thing that I didn't have my wallet. Otherwise I would've been all bling-ed out in the jewelry I wanted to buy. Or, even worse, I might've bought this because it made me giggle:
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I had to make the picture jumbo-sized, just to make sure you got the full effect. I think this is probably supposed to go in a garden or something. But, I like it on the table. It's more of a conversation starter that way. I want a whole litter of table-diving puppies statues. |
This is the face I make when I wear a tiara. This is also probably why I was never in pageants. |
Catty's hat looks cute. Mine looks like I put some potato chips on my head and attached a price tag like a crazy person. |
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