Last Friday Ann and I left San Francisco and hit the Pacific Coast Highway for some looong and leisurely scenic travels south, broken up with a stop in Big Sur for a snack and Proseco. Twas quite lovely.
We arrived in Paso Robles for the night after several winery stops, made fancy dinner reservations and then did some bar-hopping. We sought out the “tourists not allowed” bars in town and night-capped by singing our share of karaoke with some locals. This is what happens when you have champagne for breakfast and [lots of] wine for lunch and dinner.
Saturday we were up and at ’em and off to tour Hearst Castle (one of the pools pictured below) to see how the other half – and all of their socialite friends – lives. Oh to be a rich media mogul. The day ended back in LA for a dinner party at the home of the immediate past president of the LA County Bar Association. I would also categorize him as aforementioned other half, alas, he does not reside in a castle. I felt tres “LA” going to a dinner party.