Wine Festival

The 12th Annual Nantucket Wine Festival is being held on the front lawn of my hotel right now and the island is crawling with winemakers. While I enjoy spending time with them, I quickly discovered that I am not the varsity drinker I always prided myself on being. These guys (gentlemen, you shall remain unnamed of course) were on a 5 day bender that would rival Spring Break in Daytona. In my defense, it could be the 18 hour days in 3 inch heels, and the fact that the last thing I ate that came close to meeting the food pyramids criteria for a balanced meal was a sushi roll on the 13th (only because there was avacado in it).
And while the island will experience a Fernet shortage for a while, and also see a decrease in random men wandering aimlessly down the cobblestone streets with umbrellas, or getting ill ouside of a tent at the Grand Tasting over a slice of Steamboat pizza, their memory will live on thru my blog and late night stories among industry indivduals.