Valentine, Nebraska gets pretty excited for Valentine’s Day. I guess it makes sense, considering they are the “Heart City.”
Today, they closed down main street and had pens with bulls for sale in the middle of the road. Right, because no city celebration is complete without 1,500 lb beasts in make shift corrals pooping in the middle of main street (yeah, I’m saying you’ve never been to a real cultural celebration. Your whole life has been a lie). They also had wine tasting and hors d’oeuvres at the Wells Fargo. Monica and I put on our nice clothes, drove on out and had ourselves some Nebraska wine, meatballs and mini cheesecakes.
Oh, Nebraska wine tasting. I know I’ve become something of a wine snob (thank you so much, Patricia), because I giggled to myself at the selection provided by two Nebraska wineries (I’ll be honest, I was pleasantly surprised Nebraska had any wineries). Dry red wine, sweet white, wild plum. Not a cab sav or pinot in the place. Mostly sweet wines. Sigh. Don’t get me wrong, though. I drank my wine. I had a lovely time, actually.
Afterwards, Monica and I walked down main street as most of the places were cleaning up and closing down. After all, it was almost 5 pm. Which is apparently when small towns shut down.
We then went to get groceries (I have a cake to bake!) and ran into some of the TFA’ers from St. Francis, who invited us to a Valentine’s Day Party. So we came home, I made some brownies and we’ll be heading over to party it up soon.
Today was just wonderful, which is especially nice since I’ve been inexplicably frustrated and angry lately. I say inexplicably but I also tend to just blame it on this whole friggin’ place.
No worries, I had enough wine and chocolate to shine a warm fuzzy light on this entire week.
Also, it’s going to be in the 50’s all week long! I might actually have to shave my legs.