Drinking Wine from a Paper Cup

I’m in a hotel room somewhere in Georgia. I believe the town is named Milledgeville. Why am I in Milledgeville? Because Studly Doright came home from work this afternoon and said, “Let’s go somewhere that’s not here,” so I called a pet sitter to watch over Gracie and we got into our car and drove north for five hours or so.

COVID messed with all of our vacation plans this year, so Studly had several days he needed to take off before the end of 2020. Hence, the road trip.

Tomorrow we’ll push further north to Dillard, Georgia. He visited there last year on a motorcycle trip with our now deceased, and much loved friend, Jim, and it’s held a special place in his heart ever since.

I packed in a hurry, so there is no telling what essentials I left behind. I packed the wine, though. I never forget the wine.

Peace, people!

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

20 thoughts on “Drinking Wine from a Paper Cup”

  1. I love that you can do the impromptu thing and just go. This is very much a part of our plans as soon as the kids are out of the house. Or maybe at least out of high school. Enjoy your trip!

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  2. We used to live not far from there and enjoyed our day trips out in the area. We are now in France and we have a travel drawer with all the essentials ready for any trip including a selection of glasses for drinking wine on the train (and a couple extra for sharing). I always have a wine opener with me so that would not be a problem.

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    1. I read some of your blog posts. Very enjoyable. One of my friends from high school and his husband live in Tourves and they love it there. One of these days I’m going to pay them a visit.

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