This Wino Wednesday post was inspired by a wine tasting event. It happened some time ago. But it happened nonetheless. And there was lots of wine. Lots can be defined by a zillion ounces.

I attended one of those wine tasting events with a group of friends. We were all coupled up. Meaning, we all came with were with our significant others.

Back to the tasting. I always choose to swallow. It makes the most sense. Who wants to waste all that liquid goodness? And if you’re thinking that I’m referring to anything but the spit or swallow method in wine tasting, you’re wrong. Sick and wrong.

Swallowing that much wine leads to drunk. We were a big group of swallowers. And we became a big group of drunks.

Which naturally leads to continuing the party at one of the couple’s house. It was a great house. With plenty more wine. And a hot tub.

If you put together a bunch of swallowing drunks in a house with a hot tub, what do you get? A bunch of naked people in the hot tub. I’m sure you saw that coming. This was not a planned event for the evening, therefore none of us had swimsuits. Seriously, who brings a fucking swimsuit to a wine tasting event? Back to our brilliant plan. We all strip down. Yep, get naked. And jump in.

So we squished around in the hot tub for a bit. We continued drinking. Finally we decided we had enough wet fun. Luckily there were plenty of towels.

We got out. We dried off. We sat on the couches wrapped in towels by the fire. And what did I do?

I fucking fall asleep. Remember, falling asleep is something I do. I fell asleep sitting up on the couch wrapped in my towel.

Time passes. And I wake up.

Everyone is still in the room. It looks normal as I scope out the crowd. Until I realize that I’m the only one completely butt ass naked.

Suddenly the hot tub idea seems like a dumb one.

Please tell me that this has happened to you!

Wino Wednesday…this weekly feature is designed to share my wine related stories.

On my last day in California it was time to get some major beach time in. This involves sitting on sandy beaches until I get too hot. Then jumping in the ocean to cool off.

Simple enough.

To make it even more fun, I like to body surf the waves. So that’s what I did.  But with the excitement, there is a downside.

Ocean waves are powerful. Playing in them can cause unexpected wardrobe malfunctions. Clearly I’m not new to these as you may remember from my peep show post earlier this week.

From experience yesterday, I learned that it is very easy to lose your bikini bottoms to your ankles and for your tightly tied halter bikini top to shift. Both happened. Many times.

But come to find out, this is common in San Diego. Check out what Kelli did this weekend. At least I’m in good company.

What I learned: no amount of wardrobe tape could have kept my nipples covered or kept my bottoms on. So sometimes you just need to be grateful for having tanned boobs and a tanned bum. And I am.

I love to do it in the shower. There are a few other places I like to do it. And I’m generally naked.

When do you like to do it?

I’m sure you know what I’m talking about…your best thinking. If you thought something else, you’re perverted. That, of course, makes me like you more.

Aside from the shower, I also tend to do my best thinking while blow drying my hair. Again,  both activities are done naked. Always. These thoughts are often about my work. 

I do my best blog thinking while I’m driving. Obviously, I’m always clothed while doing this activity.

I do most of my general life/relationship thinking while drinking. This is a toss up on whether I’m naked or clothed. 

Do you find it strange that my conservative thinking for work is done when I’m most exposed (i.e. naked)? I do. 

Where do you do your best thinking?