Pacific Star

New Years at the Pacific Star wine making palace. We rung in the New Year big time, big dog status. Celebrating with friends and drinks and made joe do tricks. Joe has some strange ability to do tricks. Jump over stuff or grind stuff or do flips. I bought a bottle of Barbera and we all became enchanted with luxurious tricks of grapes. The wine was remarkable! Hints of wood and earth of Northern California farm land. I never really had such appreciation for Lodi and other shit towns that only truly serve life to alcoholics and immigrants and gypsy plumbers. Apparently they make good grapes though. Everything seems alright every now and then. Thats the grind of life.