napa bachelorette

There is so much and so little to say about this one.

My girlfriends and I spent last week in California celebrating our favorite Brittany with a bachelorette + destination wedding combo. The wedding was in Tahoe, and we all advocated for one big trip, tacking on the bachelorette party in the beginning. With that, we found ourselves in Napa Valley first.

In short, this was amazing. I have never been to Napa before and it was both what I expected and surprising. The weather, the vibrancy, the quaintness, the grandeur – all blew me away. Couple that with the excitement of being with my dearest friends for festivities that we were all too excited to celebrate made for one very big time.

But this post can by no means be considered a Napa guide because I remember nothing. Not because there was rosé on top of rosé on top of brut, but because I didn’t do a good job paying attention. I was too happy to be enjoying the weather, and the venues, and the company to do Napa like I imagine you are supposed to do – slowly and intently like a young wannabe apprentice. I can’t tell you I discovered a new favorite sauv, or that that one winery was my favorite. Want my advice if you are heading to Napa? Go to the one where Charlie works, or the one that Erica runs, and consider finishing at the bar that serves the pea drink.

What I do have is a proliferation of are pictures. The escalation of the day should be clear, but I think the most evident part is the beauty and fun. I’ll pop in with a caption here or there, but I’m hoping they’ll just speak for themselves.

(By the way, I’m still recovering…)

And we’re off!

This first vineyard was the only place we all indulged in an actual tasting, and it definitely felt like the most authentic Napa experience. Its name? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I mean seriously…

Number two…

Oh look, the name!

Still looking bright eyed at stop number three…

These detail pictures are courtesy of my friend Sally because I was…chilling.

Oh thank goodness, another name!

As it usually goes, some of the most fun was actually in the limo. There were only like a thousand snapchats being taken.

Our trip wasn’t without a spill of red wine (in the bride’s lap), but SalGal to the rescue. (This was stop number four by the way, and this was the only worthwhile surviving photograph if that tells you anything…)

After four wineries and four hours in a limo, we did somehow come back to and end our evening spending hours at this amazing bar (again, the name was not committed to memory). But it had a beautiful rooftop that we closed down, as well as a bartender that was treating us to the best concoctions I’ve ever had. This little pea number was per-fec-tion.

Heart-eye emoji times a million for these gals and this leg of the trip…