It was February 2009 and my friend Jessica was getting married in less than a month; we wanted to send her of in good fashion so we all gathered for a bachelorette party! Since Jessica was already a mommy and had been with her finance for several years Vegas wasn’t really her scene, instead we did a girls weekend wine tasting in Santa Barbara. At 7 am eleven of us piled into two cars with all our weekend bags in tow, I swear the bags took up more space then the passengers did (some girls just can’t leave without taking their whole closet with them – there were a few of them in our group).
Me, Sonia, Diana and Jessica before the festivities began
The drive from Long Beach to Santa Barbara went by really fast- especially because we were blasting Mariah Carey singing at the top of our lungs to all the songs. Before I knew it we were boarding the party bus, popping a few bottles of champagne, and heading to our first winery. Luckily our driver was a younger guy and didn’t really mind the eleven screaming girls in the backseat- but it was still early and he hadn’t seen the worst of us yet.
Sonia, Me, Kristen and Diana inside the party bus
Jessica, Jen and Sonia inside the party bus
Our first stop was at the Coquelicot tasting room in Los Olivos. Nestled between typical old town main street antique stores, this cute storefront has tons of ambience. As we walked in we were greeted by two younger women eager to serve us our first taste of wine, and an acoustic guitar player doing his rendition of popular songs. This place set our mood for the rest of the day, fun. The wine wasn’t too impressive here, but it was a good place to start.
The next place we visited was Roblar Winery; their tasting room is actually on the vineyard, set in the rolling hills of the Santa Ynez Valley. The grounds were gorgeous and so was the inside of the tasting room, but our pourer was a real bitch. I mean by the way she was acting you would think the winery was giving her a bonus at the end of the night for only using one bottle of wine. Basically she would put a drop in our glass; just enough to get your lips wet but not enough to render an opinion on the wine. If the horrible pours weren’t enough, she would skip people and then argue with them saying she already poured them that wine. A real buzz kill on our party girl weekend.
But it didn’t last very long, we headed outside with a few bottles of wine and ate our lunch at picnic tables overlooking the vineyards. When we were done we were all in a good mood and couldn’t wait to go to the next winery.
Our picnic in the Vineyards
The last stop on our tour was Sunstone Winery. By the time we arrived we were all pretty frisky, as you can see by the picture beneath we were letting out our inner tigers. We didn’t need to taste anymore wine, but we did. The wine at this winery was actually really good- now I don’t know if it was because I had been drinking all day and everything tasted good or if it was true. Their Eros wine was delicious- it just so happened to be the most expensive bottle.
Dani, Jessica, Julia, Kristen and I letting out our “inner tigers”
I bought a bottle of the Eros to take home to Devin and was so scared when we went to actually drink it; I forewarned him that although I thought it was delicious at the time, I would have probably thought the same thing about a bottle of 2 buck chuck from Trader Joe’s. Luckily although extremely intoxicated, I could still pick out a good wine.
Our poor driver must have wanted to kill himself on the ride home. We stole his hat and each took our turn posing with it, while playing Estelle’s American Girl on repeat, singing it at the top of our lungs. He was a good sport, but I’m sure he was relieved by the time he dropped us off.
By the time we got back to the hotel we all needed a nap, but only a few girls actually took one- like usual the room I was sharing was the party room, so me and my girlfriends stayed up dancing. Eventually we were all ready to go eat so we headed out for a dinner. We dined at Opal which is a really nice restaurant and most of the food was good- however my friend Kristen and I both ordered the nastiest thing there.
After watching a few seasons of Hell’s Kitchen I had always wanted to try risotto, so I ordered it. It came out soggy with practically an entire rosemary bush on it. I was extremely disappointed with risotto and have never ordered it again. Jessica bless her heart wanted to buy us all drinks to celebrate the weekend so she ordered 3 bottles of wine. But by that time we were all wined out, needless to say by the time we left there was still a full bottle on the table.
We got to some club and I swear it was like we were transported to Mexico. These creepy men were all over us (they were honestly about 35 years old and were fresh from the border). We pretty much stuck to ourselves trying to save each other from being groped. Slowly our group died off, with more and more heading back to the hotel too tired to stay out. When we got to the point that three of us had to finish one beer it was our cue to leave (in our defense it was a Budweiser one of the most disgusting beers made). But not without a pit stop first; we were ready to leave the club, but not to stop drinking so we made the taxi driver take us to the liquor store. There was no way we needed anymore to drink- we couldn’t even tell the guy which hotel to take us to (all that we could remember was that it was a big white building across from the beach) somehow he figured it out and took us to the right place.
When we got back to the hotel we didn’t last very long. Kristen passed out in the bathroom, head hanging in the toilet bowl; Diana and I poured ourselves drinks, but didn’t even take a sip, and I spent an hour on the patio getting fresh air so that I wouldn’t get sick. Eventually we all passed out.
The group that had gone home early woke up bright and early in the morning, showered, put on makeup, and ate breakfast; we were still in bed sleeping. Somehow we finally made it out of bed and went to go eat. Kristen was still feeling sick and now so was I. We both ordered a side of toast and hash browns and touched none of it, Sonia and Diana weren’t feeling great either so we opted to head home straight from breakfast. The ride home was not nearly as fun as the ride there. Kristen had her head in a plastic bag throwing up the whole ride home, Diana began throwing up at the sight of Kristen, and I just covered my face with my sweatshirt knowing that if i continued to see/smell/hear the two of them that I would be next. Sonia just kept driving trying to get us home as soon as possible.
As soon as I got home I jumped into bed and took a nap. It was such a fun girls weekend and the wineries in Santa Barbara actually had good wine. I can’t wait to go back and try some more of the wineries… who needs a bachelorette party!!
That’s my story…
Peace & Love