Just a short drive out of town, vineyards blanket the steep rolling slopes that look back on Vienna. The spring wind barrels out of the higher mountains and ricochets back up from the river, making a short walk from the car a grand adventure...
...billowing lounge chairs into tent hideaways (This is a nice place because it's good. - Mr. Pants)...
...and tossing full wine glasses right off the table (solution: don't let go).
Evidence that I drink but rarely (and little):
1. After one weiss Wein gespritzt, my answer to Shmoogie's, "Wherz dis?" was, "Where's this? This is Heaven!"
2. Shmoogie found that so delightful that we spent a good few minutes putting our arms over our heads, squealing, and slapping them down again. And high-fiving.
3. When a second glass (actual wine) was nearly through and Mr. Right announced it was time to go home, Mr. Pants wanted to know why and Mr. Right answered, "It's time to take Mommy home," and Mr. Pants protested pleadingly, since Mommy was currently being more fun than she had been in a while, "Let's not take Mommy home yet!"