DRANKIN'

  I know drinking does not pertain to food or travel.  But when you do it with the Sheltons its always an adventure!  When you live on Okinawa its difficult to go to bars that aren't full of military guys.  And by military guys I mean marine meat heads and young airmen who aren't even allowed to drink in the states.  So this last Saturday we were celebrating my husbands birthday.  After going to a brand new sushi restaurant with our friends , we decided to continue on to a few bars.  The game plan was the same as it always is so there shouldn't have been any surprises. Or so I thought.  Apparently, there were a few notices that went out about bar accessories.  There are a few new accessories that been put into play since I started going out. And Im pretty sure I will never take part. 
   Now ladies, I know we all like to dress up, and pick out some cute accessories to wear.  But apparently, the new bar time apparel lends nothing to the imagination.  Which brings me to the first two accessories of the evening. And these two will definitely not be making an appearance in my repertoire.  Beer guts and cellulite ass.  I mean really, if you your shorts and so short that you can see the cellulite in the bottom part of your cheeks, you should have thought of a different outfit. Not to mention that it was only 65 degrees out.  Thats part one. Part two is becoming an increasing problem in my eyes.  I think AFN needs to make a new public service announcement.  Do some friggen situps!   If you can hold your stomach like a pregnant lady with one hand and continue to smoke a butt with the other, I think you need a workout coach.  No one needs to see your fat gut jiggle as you pretend the seizure like movements you are making is dancing.  I also cant forget to mention the girl who was ordering her drink, and apparently she got tired. So she rested her gut on the bar while her drink was being made.  Does that not scream take me home or what.   
   That was only the beginning of the night.  It got even worse from there.  I would have thought it was kind of funny if someone had a flava flav clock on or an eye patch.  But no, people are extra creative these days.  Apparently I missed the memo about bring your pet to the bar night.  There were dogs at every bar we went to. And Im not talking little purse puppies. I talking huge dogs.  Then some idiot walked in with his snake.  Yep, some douche had his snake wrapped around him at the bar.  He obviously needed a leg up in the game department because the girls with the jacked up teeth seemed to just love him!  I mean really why would anyone bring a snake into a bar.  Did I mention the little purse that was attached to his side.  At first I thought it was food for that disgusting reptile, but no. He never fed it.  Im pretty sure it was his money purse.  It looked like an fanny pack from the 1500s.  Im not sure where the art of drinking is going, but I dont like it!

Vino!

   Tonight I went to the International Wine Fest on Kadena.   It was better then expected. There were several rooms full of food and wine.  It was almost overwhelming.  And the people watching was some of the best I have taken part in.  I was almost like half the people got the wrong invite and theirs said ugly casual instead of Business casual.  I know its mean to say, but you would have had a chuckle too! 
   The amount of wines were more then great.  I was so surprised that they had so many European varieties.  Reds, whites, desserts, and aperitifs.  And I was feeling saucy tonight!  I went with vino rosso as my drink of choice this evening.  And I say vino rosso because Im setting the stage for my point.  I realized something tonight.  Im a snob.  A wine snob.  And no not one of those swirl the glass and wait for the tannins,  find the under notes and tones, and then figure out the wood the cask was made out of and aged in, wine snob.  NO.  That shit only happens in movies and the fucking Catalina Wine Mixer( as they say in Stepbrothers).  I say Im a snob because Im a Italy snob. AND VERY PROUD OF IT!  I only drink Italian wines mostly, when I do drink wine.  With the occasional Spanish, Australian and maybe a South African thrown in.  I mean really, F the french, as my dad would say!  And when I say Italy snob I am very true to my roots. I discovered that I only like southern Italian wine, with a little Sicilian thrown in.  I guess its true what they say. You are what you eat, or in this case DRINK!

My first post!

   I swore I would never have a blog.  The idea always sounded so stupid to me.  Internet ranting, as if your life was that important, and people actually gave a shit about whats going on in your world.  But now I live in Japan, and my family wants to know what Im doing.  So this blog is for my family and friends, and Internet hunters who enjoy random blogs.  If you are looking for someone who will enlighten your little world with wisdom and guidance, keep looking.  I wont be talking about the random things I do and find along the road of life.  No inspirational messages.  And I definitely WILL NOT be talking about what annoys me in this world.  If you truly know me as a person, you know that Im not overly chipper, and I really hate stupid people.  So if I were to talk about what annoys me in this world, I would just end up complaining all day.  I dont have time for that, or the patience to really care to write it all down.
   So this blog will be about what Im passionate about.  Food, traveling, and my small family.  My husband and dog, Lucy, will be making an appearance every so often.  Also some close friends along the way.  Mainly I will be keeping my family posted about what I do best!  Be myself!  I will be taking pictures of the meals I create.  In time I hope to have enough fans to open a restaurant for people who enjoy eclectic foods as much as my husband and I do!  In the beginning we all had an idea.  Hopefully that idea will grow someday!