Funny how that happens....

We had that wine tasting I was talking about last Saturday. It was a blast and what a success! twenty seven people managed to find their way to our door in the mid-afternoon hours of a first snow, cold rain, sunny patches sort of saturday. The wine importer, a wonderful Italian gentleman, gave us all a history lesson on the different regions of Italy and the wines that they import from each. We moved north to south, and enjoyed four appetiser courses to complement each two wines to sample a total of eight wines. The wines were fabulous, the sales were brisk and a good time was had by all; funny how that happend... I learned to drink wine on the Nebish road, sipping a little Annie Green Springs like all the other northwoods kids did in the seventies...that girl would have grinned at this adult me who sniffs and swishes and cleanses her palette. I look around and wonder what all these sophisticated adults would think if they knew of my humble beginnings. I suspect I am not the only one in the room who dabbled in Boones Farm Strawberry Hill and Old Style beer before my conversion to a little more of a "pinky up" artisan craft consumer. Funny how that happens! My husband, the beer geek, is a learner. When a thing catches his interest, he endeavors to become thuroughly informed on it. In college, his biggest challenge in doing research papers was in learning when to stop learning and start writing. Even later in military courses, I remember offering to type his paper on the Battle of the Bulge, only to sit up all night with him as he found just one more twist or turn or critical piece to the puzzle that would explain the who, what, where, when and why of that fated time. With every new revelation, the editing would begin again...I finally typed, "and the good guys eventually won, THE END!", and went to bed, leaving him to his own devices. This tenacity makes him a great beer geek who I don't always fully appreciate. I just know what I like. The Aqualand Ale House benefits from his deep desire to know- funny how that happens. People are beginning to understand that we are craft beer people, and so today, during the course of a meeting at my other full time job in Wisconsin Dells, a client told me of a place in town that has the extremely hard to obtain "Game of Thrones" beer on tap. So after work my husband, (who is headed to a distributors, meet the brewers meeting tomorrow) and I ventured down to a well kept secret tavern that dabbles in craft beer, though many of their regulars are sipping Busch from a can while the special taps sit idle. The beer was cool tasty and I smiled remembering how my client had left the meeting by saying, "see you later Kalessi." I love imagining that I am the dragon girl of beer! Funny how that happened! This weekend we will participate in the Boulder Jct haunted halloween walk. I have never been a big fan of scaring or being scared, but have thrown my effort into writing the story of our haunted tableau, painting a back drop and building some creepy fish guy monster fin/hands, made with old dish washing gloves, duct tape, cheesecloth and spraypaint...I am crazy to help finish setting the scene,dipping into my secret desire to do stage sets someday. If someone had told me a year ago that owning a business in the small town of my childhood would find me making fish monster hands within a year, I would have doubted it could be so...so funny how it happened. These are just some random thoughts I am having tonight while I also think that I can hardly wait to see what funny thing will happen next...