Watkins Glen and Wine

 

Speaking of beautiful places, i love the Finger Lakes (make rude gesture).  First off, you must remember when the girls and i get together we turn into giggly teenagers.  i often fake apologize for having the sense of humor of a 14 year old boy.  Thus the rude gesture.  to this day when the finger lakes comes up in conversation we wiggle our fingers and thrust them into the air.  i know, i know, its not that funny.  But inside jokes are the best.  now, imagine nine of us, yelling across the table, local wines in hand, laughing like hyenas fingers in the air.  it's better if you imagine you're one of us and not a local in the tourist industry.  

I've been here four times.  The trip that stands out the most tho, is the big one.  nine girls in a big house and we all got along.  more than got along, had a ball.  i only knew half the group and no one knew the friend i brought along.  strong friendships were forged!  it literally made me cry to leave.  

anyway, i suppose i should give travel advice.  Watkins Glen pictured here is full of beauty.  First off, waterfalls, who doesn't love waterfalls?  Then there's the shale being carved by all that water.  Now layer in the color green you see anywhere that's damp.  it's a beautiful place.  now the stairs are a bitch, but suck it up.  When did you get so lazy?  and waterfalls aren't just in the parks!  they're everywhere!  On random roads thru campus, turn a corner, and bam, waterfall.  The whole place is gonna fall apart any second.  

now the lakes (rude gesture), apparently create a microclimate good for grapes.  So wine!  I love tasting.  is it the variety?  is it pretending to be intellectual, simply by nodding sagely at everything the vintner says?  is it getting hammered and still pretending I'm classy?  why yes, of course.  now throw in a great view with the sun sparkling on the lake (rude gesture), and you've really got something.  i also love encouraging bad behavior and swearing.  they're used to me, my friends that is, swearing, belching, calling them whores, and trying to get them to be loud and obnoxious too.  let them blame it all on me, all that fun they're having.  

now another thing i love and pretend to find highly inconvenient, everything seems to close down at 4 or 5.  for an old lady like me that's perfect.  i need a nap, dinner, and to remove my bra, not necessarily in that order.  i also don't mind a dance party back at the rental!  

so there you go.