Hoppe Hour report

Herr Hoppe has seen the light! According to sommelier Karen Bennett, Hoppe's Social Club, aka Hoppe Hour, will henceforth cost ten bucks for members and fifteen for non-members. We didn't care, as the announcement was made toward the end of the Hour after exposure to the wares of several beverage purveyors (the Swamp Siren refers to them as 'wine sluts' for their, er, salesmanship) pouring champagne and sundry sparklers. My Biographer (http://www.quietdowncobwebs.com/) and infant Phoebe attended, and we also hung out with our friends and future grape growers Chuck and Jennifer Lenet, who have a ranch five miles north of Cayucos with south-facing hillsides. Their avocados are among the best in the world, so I have high hopes for their Pinot Noir and Syrah. The first half acre of test vineyard will go in this spring, and spear hunting of wild boar will commence as soon as I can get a proper spear. I already have the leopard-print boxers, in lieu of a loincloth.