I realize that wine tasting and Southern Indiana is a bit of an oxymoron, but hey, any excuse to drink and spend time with friends.Patrick and I headed down to Nashville, Indiana with the Hagans, Webers, and Whittakers. The premise was to do the wine tasting thing, but after the third stop, we were over it. The wines themselves weren't that bad, what was funny was what they were trying to sell them for. At one place, they were trying to sell a red for 65 smacks - and this is a wine that they don't even buy the grapes for, they supposedly just ferment.
The best part was hanging out in the cabin and drinking to excess. Food wasn't too bad either - first night was Fondue, second was baeckhoffe. It's a 'do again next year'.
