After sitting through a business presentation about global wealth management in Chile, Frank was having trouble concentrating. Even though this was a field that Frank was very interested in pursuing, he just didn't have it this morning. The sun was beating through the window. He had selected a broken chair in the front row and was going to have to tough this one out. His head seemed to be throbbing, but he knew that he could not let that get him down. He had been looking forward to this trip for quite sometime and was going to enjoy it.
However, one decision was made on this day. It was then he made the pledge to himself to successfully get through this trip. Frank decided to keep a constant flow of cocktails coming his way. Not enough to be wild and crazy, but just enough to delay the pending hangover until he was stateside. The schedule which had been brilliantly created had a special treat for everyone who adopted the same plan. A trip to a winery.
Chile is known for their well made wines. They are making a huge splash on the global wine scene. Yet, Frank was raised on bourbon. It was what he knew, and had never needed a reason to change it up. The bourbon selection in Chile consists of pretty much one thing; Jack Daniels. I know you bourbon purist out there just said, "Hey! Wait! Jack Daniels isn't a bourbon! What are they thinking?" The thought crossed Frank's mind as well. So in what became the battle cry of South America, "When in Chile..." was adopted.
This was not your ordinary vineyard. This places was a highly functioning operation. It was set on a nice piece of land in a valley from where you could see both of Chile's mountain ranges. The vineyard reminded Frank of his family's summer home in Massachusetts where him and his father would throw around the football and work on baseball fundamentals. Naturally, he felt right at home. So why not do what they do at the summer home now? Drink. Luckily, throughout the tour ample wine was provided and Frank took full advantage of it. He along with countless others knew had to get a cocktail into their system to pretty much get their life back together.
When it came time for Manu, DJ Pooh, and Frank to select a table there was only one place to sit. The Head Table. Being raised on Robert's Rules of Order Manu and Frank already knew how to handle an exquisitely prepared meal, and DJ Pooh fit the bill as well. So the three companions took their seats at the head table. The butlers always were sure to keep their glasses full and they always got generous portions for the meal.
At the completion of the meal it was time to load back onto the buses and head back to the Hotel to being preparation of the nightly cocktailfest. Little did we know we were about to get a treat. Our main man, Whiz Kid, had purchased multiple bottles of wine and had been putting glass after glass of wine away. One problem, it wasn't settling right. Then he bolted for the door. In a blaze of speed comparable to that of only Sonic the Hedgehog, Whiz Kid vanished behind the building to revitalize himself. He returned to bus looking defeated. The meal that had just be consumed was no longer with him and he was back to ground zero.
Then after the bus ride home the El Hefe, Manu, RZA, Big Boi, DJ Pooh, and Frank crew put on their gear and headed back out into Santiago for another night in the city. Little did they know the Irish Bar in Santiago would connect them to one of the hottest bands in the city....Can't stop, won't stop... Rocafella records....
