Yesterday was the Finger Lakes Wine Tour. We departed from the University of Rochester shortly after 10am, with 6 buses in total. My friends and I all boarded bus #5 and were introduced to Harry. Harry is a junior, but I think he was actually supposed to act as our chaperone. He was a nice guy. Then we headed to Geneva, all the while listening to the Alpha Phi girls sing Disney songs and play “roadtrip games”. When we arrived in Geneva on Seneca Lake, I thought we had arrived in the armpit of New York State. It was a depressing place, possibly more depressing than Binghamton…or even Unadilla. We turned down Avenue E, where we ate lunch at Club 86. Now, apparently this club has existed since 1946. And apparently they had not changed a thing since then. The place was complete with booths that appeared to be upholstered in red velvet (although I did not touch them) and tacky chandeliers everywhere. The food was okay, but not great.
My only image of Harry.
We finally left for the first winery. Once we got closer to the lake, Geneva started to look a little nicer, especially in the area right around Hobart and William Smith Colleges. The first winery we visited was White Springs Winery. There were three people that were serving wine, but only the man seemed to fully understand why we were there…and that was to get drunk. So while I was tasting every wine they offered (and some twice), other girls just went into the winery, bought a bottle of wine, sat down on the lawn overlooking the lake, and drank until we departed for the next winery. This was how I knew it was going to be a fun trip.
Left to right: Hannah, Katie, Me, Lisa, Jenab, Courtney at White Springs.
The second winery was Fox Run in Penn Yan. Arguably, they had the best wine I tasted all day, but I don’t really remember how good or bad the wine at the third and final winery was. Fox Run let us taste out of actual glasses as opposed to plastic cups. Of course, almost as soon as they began handing out these glasses, someone dropped one. It was inevitable. After we finished the tasting, Katie, Hannah, Courtney and I decided to split a bottle of Drink New York Riesling. It was good, and we finished it before we left for the last winery.
Ryan at Fox Run.
The third and final winery was called the Anthony Road Wine Company. This time we were served wine by a kindly old lady who also completely understood exactly why we were there. So she was great. I ended up buying a bottle of riesling that we had not sampled, but sounded pretty good. And it was. I sipped it out on the lawn, overlooking the lake. Then Harry came out and announced that we were going to head back to campus. He made a point to remind us to pee before we left, since we would not be stopping along the way, and there were no bathrooms on this school bus. But, since it was a bus with mostly girls and we had all been drinking copious amounts of wine, we all had to pee again within 10 minutes of our departure from the winery.
Katie at Anthony Road Wine Company.
It was a long trip home, with more singing by the Alpha Phi girls (I joined in this time) and a whole lot of whining about full bladders. Also, most of the people that surrounded me fell dead asleep. I tried, but I just had to pee too badly. I would have been okay, but we got stuck in rush hour traffic on 490 just outside of Rochester. While stopped, I saw one of the guys from a bus in front of ours jump out, run over to some bushes, and pee for upwards of two minutes. I then saw the SA President, Scott, jump off the bus and run after him. I assume that Scott was the junior chaperone for that bus.
We continued to move slowly and infrequently on 490. Two boys on our bus began to approach the back of the bus, where I was sitting. One of them asked if we could briefly switch seats. I didn’t want to move because I had to pee so badly. So one of them stood behind our seat and peed into a cup. I was drunk enough at the time that this did not bother me. But then he poured out the window above Katie’s head, and that grossed me out a little. This was all occurring as hell was breaking loose across the bus. People were getting frustrated about traffic and the girls were starting to literally scream because they had to pee so badly.
But Amber, our bus driver, pulled through: she got off 490 at Bushnell’s Basin and got us out of the traffic. My bladder was ready to explode by the time we got to campus. I ran to the ITS bathroom, but a line had already formed. So I ran upstairs to Gleason and it was the same. Finally, I ran to the bathroom in Rush Rhees and it was empty. It was the best pee I have ever had.
It was a great day. But it was not yet over. Around 9pm I met up again with the people from the wine tour, along with some other seniors and we went to trivia night at The Old Toad. We were not the worst team, but we were certainly not the best either. But it was fun, even though we were all exhausted.
Jenab and Lisa were exhausted.
I hope the rest of Senior Week is that awesome.