No, no…it’s not what you think. It all started a couple weeks ago when I got the funniest email from someone who called herself the “Tennessee Barefooter.” Of course, I started thinking of all the Tennessee jokes until I realized that she represented Barefoot Wine in this state. She explained that she had just moved here from California and was trying to make contacts…or, as she put it, trying to get her “feet wet.” And that was just the start of a lot of foot talk.
There are forty Barefooters around the country, I found out – and each of them has a fun foot name. Hers is Beverly Heels 9021-Toe. Who could resist meeting a woman with a moniker like that? And so it happened that last night Beverly (my Saucy Sister Beverly) and I went to Miro District restaurant to size her up. Oh no, now I’m doing it too.
Diana (her real name) arrived with two other Barefooters in toe. Correction: tow. I’ve got to stop this. I flat footedly refuse to continue this silliness. Oh, I did it again. It’s solely my fault. At this rate, I’ll be a shoo-in for a sandaltorium.
Beverly here. Barbara is resting comfortably now. I’m sure that, if she had been able to continue, she would have told you about how Barefoot Wine has five different bubblies: Brut Cuvée, Extra Dry, Pinot Grigio and – just introduced – Rosé Cuvée and Moscato Spumante. Barbara’s favorite beverage is sparkling wine. So I know she’ll report on them later when she’s heeled. Hmmm. I’m afraid whatever she has might be contagious.