…but really, if was awful.  I waited.  Walked around.  Checked out other parts of the vineyard.  Looked down the road.  Walked around some more.  Ate a donut.  Looked for the truck again.  Called the winery to let them know I would be late.  Looked for the truck. 

     And, finally, the truck showed up-late, but it showed.  No, I won’t go into the why it was late.  No, I won’t go into the trip down when the grapes almost fell off the truck or when there was a wrong turn….

    At any rate, the grapes finally got to the winery.  I was very late, but fortunately I brought gifts: cupcakes from Cupcake Jones (www.cupcakejones.net).  Awesome Pearl District tastiness makes up for being late…sorta..

     Finally, time to get the grapes going towards wine!