{"id":7805,"date":"2024-04-21T12:18:25","date_gmt":"2024-04-21T18:18:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/grubbella.com\/?p=7805"},"modified":"2024-04-21T12:18:25","modified_gmt":"2024-04-21T18:18:25","slug":"party-gals","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/grubbella.com\/?p=7805","title":{"rendered":"Party gals"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Post by Grubb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For three women in our winery group tour, this was their second winery excursion in as many days. They had taken part in a farewell party that concluded a Patagonia\/Mendoza tour they had been on and were up till 2 drinking and singing karaoke the night before. The tour had been offered by an outfit called \u201cFlashback\u201d and catered to singles in their 20\u2019s, 30\u2019s, and early 40\u2019s. All looking for love. Yasmine, from San Diego, and Steph, from Australia, were in their forties. The third in the group, Kate, from London, was in her mid-thirties. Waking up in mid-stupor, she had thrown on a sun dress that kept slipping and revealing her breasts. For having consumed a lot of alcohol and little sleep, they were a spirited contrast to the couples from Toronto, Manchester, and Albuquerque. In the short touring bus taking us to four Luj\u00e1n Cuyo vineyards, they were chattering away about the Americans who had accompanied them on the previous tour.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Steph, Yasmine, and Kate Trying to make it into the building <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

Since they were all single, deconstructing the past week was heavy on evaluating the men. Adam, although not bad looking, was a mansplainer they could not laugh about enough. In a cave restaurant above El Calafate, Adam became an anthropological expert pointing out that, given the position of the handprints on the cave walls, the prints were probably left by women giving birth. To Steph it seemed that they had been recently painted on. Kate wanted him to shut up so they could enjoy dinner. \u201cThe idea of a woman going through contractions on a cave floor wasn\u2019t doing much for my appetite!\u201d Yasmine wanted to know who appointed Adam as the conversation killer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then there was \u201cDisco Daddy\u201d, the older gent who earned the nickname after taking a turn on the dance floor during the karaoke session. It didn\u2019t matter whether he had the disco moves since he was a wealthy widower. Disco Daddy, done with mourning his wife after three years, was the catch. Disappointingly, he ended up with another woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, at the conclusion of this tour made up of mostly Americans, Adam, or someone as equally reviled, stood up after dinner and asked everyone at the table to offer a \u201cthorns and roses\u201d assessment of the ten day tour. Thorns and roses conjured up some mystical Rosecrucian ritual in my mind, but apparently it is method of breaking down an experience into positive and negative appraisals. Kate and Steph felt they were being subjected to another weird form of emotional pressure that only psycho-babbling exhibitionistic Americans would consider part of a spiritual journey. Yasmine agreed. Sharing her emotions with a mansplainer engaged her gag reflex.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As we went from vineyard table to vineyard table, the gals were increasingly expert at getting refills and quaffing glass after glass of wine. They were having a jolly old time. Yasmine was sending bottles back to America at every stop. If you can\u2019t get your guy, a case of wine is the next best thing.<\/p>\n\n\n

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Everyone else was looking at a wine label. They were gazing at the handsome guide<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Post by Grubb. For three women in our winery group tour, this was their second winery excursion in as many days. They had taken part in a farewell party that concluded a Patagonia\/Mendoza tour they had been on and were up till 2 drinking and singing karaoke the night before. The tour had been offered…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[26],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7805","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-into-argentina-and-uruguay-we-go"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/grubbella.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7805","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/grubbella.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/grubbella.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/grubbella.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/grubbella.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7805"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/grubbella.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7805\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7816,"href":"https:\/\/grubbella.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7805\/revisions\/7816"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/grubbella.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7805"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/grubbella.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7805"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/grubbella.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7805"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}