Labor Day Weekend:
Gigantic highway crosses, camping, bonfires, vineyard hopping*, visiting new yorkers, cold springs and 50 cent pbr.
Oh, also, when you buy a bottle of Sailor Jerry you get a free t-shirt. Who needs a new wardrobe?
* I should note that I absolutely loathe the kind of behavior that so-called wine connoisseurs display. Sniffing, swirling, comparing color and scent, puh-lease, gag me with a spoon. Also, I cannot discreetly drink wine because my lips and teeth are extremely susceptible to staining apparently. So much so that Chad once asked me if I had been chewing on blood packets after dinner.
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