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At about 1630 today I had amassed a year of marriage. This is an onerous event. The success of my marriage probably hung in the balance. I needed to bring the junk. I was throwing to Casey, in the bottom of the ninth, bases drunk.

I did it. I brought the heat. In a blitzkrieg of planning I put together a romantic trip. The wife and I celebrated in Fredericksburg, TX. It was a real triumph for me. Generally I tend to drop the ball on special occasions, but this time I managed to schedule a little get away at a romantic B&B in the Texas Wine Country.

We just got back from Napa about a month ago so I thought this would be a good trip. We had so much fun winery hopping that I couldn't wait to replicate the experience, but in Texas, a far superior state. Well, we still had a blast, but we only visited one winery.

Fredericksburg has all these crap shops in their "Historic Downtown" that peddle all varieties of stuff. By about 2 PM I was ready for a drink (we got up about 11 and shopping is my Kryptonite), and luckily we happened across a tasting room. Solid. The lady asked me if I liked red or white wine. I said red. She went for a bottle of White Zin. An honest mistake, most of her patrons probably aren't wine drinkers, especially those that are as young as I look. I drank my offering and asked if she had any Cabs. She grabbed three bottles off the shelf and began pouring. The nose was a mix of Listerine and Mad Dog 20/20. I'll save you the rest of the tasting notes. Anyway, after that my wife and I decided we'd just enjoy the town and skip the wineries.

We did have a great time. We ate at a great restaurant that night called Rathskeller and were happy to find a Napa Cabernet amongst the wine offerings. The food was decidedly Texas, but with a gourmet flair. For instance, I had fried catfish with fries and interestingly prepared red beans.

I'm finally starting to feel human again. I have the next two weeks off and that makes me very happy. Last Thursday I realized I had been awake for all but 9 of the previous 60 hours and had eating maybe 2500 calories in that time span. Thats uncool. My wife allowed me to sleep in, minus one morning where she roused me with her patented poking between the eyes. I ate myself sick two nights in a row. All in all, a great weekend.

I eager look forward to the next 31.5 million seconds!