Wine Pug

There is another nuudle worth mentioning. He was an adorable little pug chasing the bugs in the winery. He looked so thrilled to see so many people or maybe he was just excited to hang out with the bridesmaids. He kept on chasing the bugs until suddenly, 'BHAM' he runs face first into the big glass door.

Nuudle Party

It was a beautiful sunny day in Sonoma yesterday with those puffy cottonball clouds dotting the sky. Cruising over to Sonoma from San Francisco and crossing the Golden Gate bridge with the top down was simply grand. Several bridesmaid parties arrived at our destination, the Gundlach Bundschu winery. Wine country is pretty famous for hosting weddings, and wineries have seen many bridesmaid parties, oddly never the sight of groomsman parties. Yesterday felt just a bit more crowded than I had encountered before. We wanted to sit by that nice pond overlooking the blanket of vineyards sipping their Tempranillo Rose. We weren't thinking of sharing our idyllic scenes with anyone else let alone a bridesmaid party. So you can imagine the look on my face in mid gulp of a nice wine when the wife says, "hey that woman is holding a huge penis!" Sure enough one of the bridesmaid or maybe the bride herself was holding a life-like rubber penis the size of a cucumber in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. What else would you see in a Sonoma winery? Another nuudle in the annals of Nuudlings

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