then, there is the irreverent music of HdR’s "house band,"
The Austin Lounge Lizards",
known for such titles as “Teenage Immigrant Welfare Mothers on
Drugs,” “Highway Café of the Damned,” “Shallow End of the Gene
Pool,” and “Jesus Loves Me (But He Can't Stand You).”
It was a fitting end for a wonderful weekend. And on top of it all, we had the opportunity to spend time with some old friends, such as Henry (hank) and Lauren Harris, George Palmer and his friend Mary, Brad Harrington, Bruce L., Scott Shewbridge, as well as new ones, including Jim Cross, Pamela Mallett, David Wright, Dan Fredman from The Grateful Palate, Stephen Bozeman and his friend Kim, Bernie Roth, Mel Hill, and Brad’s better half, Maureen Harrington.
We could go on and on about what a terrific festival Hospice du Rhône is, but perhaps it would put things in better perspective to quote someone who’s attended most, if not all of these, that being the venerable Long (and boring) TomHill:
year's HdR was probably the best one ever. Mat
had an executive director, Vicki
Carroll, to help with
the details. As best I could tell, the execution of the event was
absolutely flawless. Taking Mat out of the loop was probably the best
thing that could have been done. It gave him the time to focus on the
big picture. Everything about the venue was perfect. The Grand Tastings
had plenty of room and no high temperatures like last year. The seminars
were universally highly informative, very well moderated, and terrific
wines to display the points.
of course, my major complaint: it appears, once again, that the bowling
scores were manipulated so that the Only-The-Rhonely team didn't win
the trophy again, despite our obvious superior athletic skills.
Well then, there it is. We couldn’t have said it better ourselves!