The scene of the crime

Having now established myself in Yountville for the night, I went outside to make a phone call and get a bit of air when I met up with some ladies loking for some bar called Pancha's. Apparently it was up the block somewhere. I'd never heard of it, much less been there before, but being a gentleman, I didn't think it right for these ladies to wander off into the night alone, so I bravely escorted them. Outside the joint, (Pancha's, as I've come to learn) as we stopped for them to do some last minute primping I reminded them that they were to be on their best behavior, as there were only four of them, and I was slightly uncomfortable not rolling with my standard entourage of five. From behind a white pick up truck came a roar of laughter, as some ponytailed local came around and held the door open for us to walk in.
Right inside Pancha's, was a guy from the Girard tasting room who came over to say hey, and bought me a beer. Then while he was getting it, some couple I'd met outside Rombauer ( She was on the phone trying to negotiate some b-day delivery of flowers she wasn't there to receive and I'd overheard she didn't have a pen, so I'd offered her pen and paper) came over to thank me again and see if they couldn't buy me a drink. (The "buying Hooper a drink" stars were sure lined up that Friday evening) So in the midst of all this newfound popularity, these ladies I'd come in with didn't believe I wasn't from Napa. I told them I was visiting from Brooklyn and had just met these people the same way I'd met them, but they didn't buy it. Just then, the Ponytailed guy from behind the truck, who turned out to be the owner of the bar, pointed at me and shouted out from behind the bar, "That guy gets a drink on the house!"
It was a funny night, complete with a pick up truck ride from the owner, to drop the ladies off at their hotel, whereupon I got completely lost and had to wander around Yountville until I finally found Hanne's place.
(Note to self, next time you leave an unknown house, even just to make a phone call, you may end up on a two o clock pick up truck ride through Yountville, so write down the address)
Oh yeah, and then some other random photos from the other night I went back to Pancha's to wind down. Sometimes you have to take a break from tasting wine.