No, we didn't get "drunk" in Napa. Because I assume that's what everyone is thinking when I tell them we went to "Wine Country" - that we spent the day guzzling vino and stumbling from one vineyard to the next. (It's unlikely anyone is probably thinking that - I'm just paranoid because no one in my family drinks wine, and when I show up to family get-togethers they usually make some sort of comment like, "There's the wine drinker!" <--- So, that's how they know me back home. "The wine drinker." Of all my accomplishments, there's one to be proud of.)
We drove up to Napa for the day on our trip to San Francisco last month. We had planned to go last year but skipped out when the concierge at our hotel told us to "stay away" after all of the wild fires broke out in 2017. (I had sorta-kinda wanted to go anyway, but Kyle was like "LOL we're not going to Napa when everything is on fire.")
So we compromised and went this year. Upon entering the town of Napa (the first stop on our "Napa Valley" itinerary), I texted my best friend back in Chicago and said "I want to have my Bachelorette party here", and she was like "Is this your way of telling me he proposed???" And I was like, "No. I'm just saying - when or if we ever get engaged, this is where I want my Bachelorette party. It's cute and classy." <--- Napa in a nutshell: Cute and classy. Also, there's wine.