Archive for February, 2012

February 26, 2012

Vancouver Photo Journal

February 25, 2012

Salt Tasting Room

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You all know I am beer obsessed; now I am red wine obsessed.  Maybe I am just alcohol obsessed?  Last fall a dear friend introduced me to the proper way to drink red and it has been nothing but love after that.  The proper way is slightly chilled.   Now I am as particular about my red as I am about my beer.  A monster has been created.

While in Vancouver, the husband and I had a really lovely wine experience.  Yelp directed us to Salt Tasting Room for a late evening snack.  They focus on amazing cheese, cured meats, condiments, and of course wine.  I originally selected it because they also pair beer with the aforementioned, but beer wasn’t even a consideration after a quick peek at the wine list.   Now don’t get me wrong.  I still didn’t have a clue what to order.  The waiter was pretty fantastic and selected all of our pairings for us after we told him a few things about our palette preferences.

The space was warm, intimate, but still lively, and incredibly welcoming.  You know that warm and relaxed feeling you get on in the inside when you are about half way through a glass?  It was like all of your senses experienced that as soon as you walked in the door.

February 17, 2012

Come Clean Friday

It is my favorite day of the week!  Come Clean Friday.  The day I tell you about something silly, embarrassing, or just dumb that I have recently done.  Today’s confession is about me being completely pissed off that I got an “undeserving” red light ticket.  My facebook rant along with my ahha moment is below.   I protected the names of the innocent and highlighted my favorite comment.

February 15, 2012

Accidental Mogul Experience

I have a terrible sense of direction, so I shouldn’t be surprised that I unintentionally ended up on a mogul run while in Whistler last week.  I swear the sign side the green run was to the right.  Yeah…you read that correctly.  The girl looking for a green run got a bit of a surprise.

I saw all those bumps and my first thought was “Hmmm, they didn’t do a good job grooming this last night.”  Blonde moment.  I crashed on the first mogul and realized my grave error.  I quickly decided to board on the very edge of the run in an attempt to not touch the bumps.  Crashed again.  Next plan…remove board and walk down the run.  *Eek*  Oh damn.  It is a bit too icy to simply walk without falling several more times.  The final and most glorious plan.  Hold my board on my lap and slide down on my butt feet first.  I actually thought that was a good idea.  Within a few seconds of my sledding trip, I gained so much speed there was no slowing down.  My feet also created a snowplow type of effect that completely covered my face and upper body and left me visionless during my ride.  When I eventually came to a stop, I thanked sweet baby Jesus that I was wearing a pair of husky boys snowboarding pants (they have a couple extra inches of bum padding) and then looked around to see who saw my performance.  The pain and humiliation was nothing that couldn’t be lessened with a hottub and glass of champagne.

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