Except maybe a bit in mom’s milk.

As a bit of history — since I proposed to Blondie in Australia, its got a special place in my heart. For our wedding, my uncle from Perth asked “what do you want as a gift”, and I said Australian wine. Cheap Yellow-tail loving me was a little surprised when we got one bottle of wine.

Until I Googled it, a bottle of 1985 Henschke Hill of Grace.

We joked that it was pretty much reserved for celebrating the birth of our first born. Well, that time has come, and its time Mom and Dad got a night out.

There’s a precious few restaurants in town that will permit you to bring a bottle of wine. (Big contrast to Australia, let me tell you.) Probably because its not entirely legal. But some places will let you, and won’t rip you off on the corkage. (PS: Lumiere seems to rip you off on the corkage, so we’re not going there. But never mind, its just not the same after Rob left…) And so, we’re off to have a nice dinner tomorrow.

Pray for us, that the bottle isn’t corked.