So I really have nothing to talk about so I'm just going to blab because something is better than nothing to read.
First of all, Barbara's birthday bash last last weekend was awesome. On Valentine's Day our horseback trail ride through Point Reyes was phenominal. If you ever get a chance, you should visit Five Brooks. I highly recommend them. Most of the time we were winding through tall woods in a sort of enchanted twighlight. Everything was lush green except for the dirt of the trail and the peeks of sky above. At one point, we started running through the forest at an exhilarating speed. I thought I was going to die, but what an awesome rush it was. Then, just when I thought the forest would never end, we burst out into open green rolling hills and took a slow walk through the tall grass. It was wonderful to soak in the sun and the view after having been under the forest canopy for two hours. Our path then led us into an open meadow where many deer were grazing. We walked quietly around them as Barbara and I gazed wide-eyed. It was so peaceful and tranquil...
I think we owe our guide most of the credit for such a wonderful ride. She was so kind and went out of her way to show us neat things (like the deer). The whole time she was talking about how happy she was with the horse she was riding. Apparently the horse had been "rescued" and was really disfunctional until our guide gained her trust to the point of riding her out onto open trails as a guide horse. It's quite a big step if you know how skittish horses can be. As a result, I like to think of her as some kind of horse-whisperer.
Anyways, enough with the horses. You want to know how the night at the bed and breakfast went. Well, sorry to disappoint, but all I'm going to say is that there was some serious wine-chugging drunkeness on Barbara's part and that she broke her promise not to puke all over me. I spent most of the evening catching things as they fell and performing other janitorial duties. By the time the night was over, I had one damp Barbara next to me, several puked on towels in the bathroom, a tub and sink worthy of a frat, and a stained carpet. This is all in addition to the stuff strewn all over the floor, etc.
Needless to say, Barbara did not make it down to breakfast the next morning, especially since I left the bathroom and the sink for her to clean. I had the honors of introducing her to the "Hangover" and she then went through the whole day thinking everything tasted and smelled like puke. This made the planned activity of wine tasting a bit difficult. Things didn't look up until dinner time when we gathered together with her friends and ate a scrumptious meal at Chandon. Ironically, there wasn't a single drop of champagne at the table all night. They must've thought we were weird and/or cheap.
Anyways, that just about sums up my weekend. Now on to Viennese Ball: The Last One?