Anyone who knows Tracie P and me can imagine the flutter in our hearts when we were surprised last night at dinner with this bottle of wine.
In the next few days, I’ll post on this and the other truly amazing wines that were opened for us (you’re not going to believe the flight of wines we enjoyed…). But right now a stroll in the park with my lovely lady on a beautiful New York spring day and whitefish salad are calling my name…
Stay tuned…
From the “ain’t this living?” department…
It’s been a helluva week but it’s coming to an end.
I wish that everyone could feel what it’s like to play a solo on my Carruthers custom Johnny Rivers Tele (sunburst finish with mint green pick guard and Seymour Duncan ’52 reissues) through my Fender 1971 Silverface Princeton at the Broken Spoke and see Tracie B sitting in the audience and smiling.
It’ll wash all the troubles of the world away like a Texas rainstorm.
Played my first Austin gig last night and it was a blast. Took Tracie B for ceviche, tacos al pastor, and cold Bohemias after.
At the end of the day, I’m just a guy who plays in a rock country band and likes wine.
Have a good weekend ya’ll and thanks for reading.
Do Bianchi 