Flying the Napa skyway...

So Big A and I had reservations with The Hubbies (The Hubby and Hubby B) to go hot air balloon riding over the Napa Valley this weekend. We had put it off once before due to all the California fires, so we had been looking forward to it already for months. Wouldn't you know it though- we get rip-roaring shit-faced drunk the night before with my awesome in-laws. I think The Hubby said there were 11 empty wine bottled when he woke up. We also went through a small bottle of lemon cello. Ouch. The next thing I know (after dragging out of bed at 4AM), we were in Napa getting coffee while it was still dark. A 5.30 reservation comes awfully fast when you don’t go to sleep (read: pass out) until 3AM.

In case you didn't know, this is how you properly gear up to jump in a hot air balloon:

We made it there, still under the influence- with Big A yelling at me to stop blasting the iPod on my iPhone since she was pretty sure the other people in the van didn’t want to hear my music. So what if she was probably right- it was a really, really good song, dammit!

After almost landing on a homeless shelter’s roof, then ramming into the side of the hill (not to mention that the operator [instructor, pilot, WTF is he called?] decided to take a liking to Big A and pin her souvenir on her shirt himself, practically taking her nipple with him):

We landed in a lovely field covered in spiky weeds, and were whisked away to a champagne brunch. We do have some doubt on the validity of them being able to call it a brunch when it was before 8AM, and on any other day we would have guzzled down the bottomless mimosas, but were starting to become hung-over at that point, and all Big A and I could think about was bacon and spinach.

Big A had the great idea of a nap in what we deemed the “Audi Inn”. How odd would it be to see 4 adults sleeping in a car in the parking lot of a busy restaurant? We only got one knock on the window (that I remember), and it was a few of the other people that were in our basket- laughing at us. They asked what we were going to do after we ate, and I suppose they thought that Big A was joking when she told them we were going to sleep somewhere.

When the wine tasting commenced, we proceeded with being not quite sober, but not quite not (heehee), and sayings like “Code Click 47”, “it didn’t rock my shock”, and calling Rocky Mountain Oysters “Sweet Idaho Potatoes”. The important thing to remember here is that we thought we were SO funny. Since Big A’s Hubby was driving and as a result needed to remain sotally tober, I’m sure we weren’t as entertaining to him as we were to ourselves, but the vino made sure we didn’t care at that point.

This is us thinking we're cute, when in fact we're just drunk:

We made another trip to Castillo de Amorosa, and because Big A and Hubby B are wine club members, we felt super special when we were whisked away to our own private tasting room deep within the castle.

By the time we made it to dinner I think we were all fading pretty fast. I’m happy that The Hubby and Hubby B put up with the Big A and JL show…Not that they have a choice. I think it helps that we’re cute, not to mention that they’re married to us. Suckers.