You: So how was your weekend?
Me: It was fantastic! Saturday we did this crazy Rabbit Island Brunch thing where we flew to a tiny island in Roosevelt Lake, landed in the water and then they served us this amazing meal and poured wine down our throats until we couldn’t see straight.
You: Oh I bet they had to work really hard to get you to drink that amount of wine.
Me: It was practically a requirement of the experience. It wasn’t even my idea.
And then Sunday I was going to do the No Pants Light Rail Ride thing, but I had circus class at the exact same time and I really didn’t want to miss it. Plus I don’t think I actually have any underwear that would be suitable to wear in public. In circus class we ended up learning partnering stuff, which was awesome, painful and hardcore, so I was really glad I went. Oh, and Jason and I got up early and he added more blue to my hair for me that morning. But apparently I didn’t rinse it properly this time, so now my body is stained blue in random places. It’s tough to tell where the dye ends and the circus bruises begin.
This is when I pause to consider if I’ve crossed the line from ‘Quirky and Fun’ to ‘Unrelatable Weirdo’… whatever, I’m going with ‘Lucky’. I’m a lucky weirdo to have had such a fun weekend.
But back to the Rabbit Island Brunch. I feel the need to convey its sheer awesomeness as an activity simply to help get the word out so more people can partake in it. Apparently it doesn’t always sell out, WHICH I THINK IS CAPSLOCK-LEVEL INSANITY, and can only be because not everyone knows it exists.
I know, I know, But like, what IS it? you’re asking.
It’s basically a partnership between Desert Splash Adventures (a little plane tour company that runs out of Scottsdale Airpark) and FNB Restaurant. You buy a ticket to a brunch they hold once a month on a Saturday or Sunday. You show up at Scottsdale Airpark in the morning and they put you on a little seaplane and take you on a tour over Fountain Hills and the McDowell Mountains over to Roosevelt Lake where they land in the water next to a tiny little island called Rabbit Island. Nothing exists on this island but a flat plateau-ish area at the top, some island-ish bushes and white clamshells along the beach.
Once you land, they escort you off the plane, hand you a wine glass and proceed to feed and wine you for two hours or so at a long table covered in a simple white table cloth, surrounded by nothing but a 360 degree view of desert mountains and Lake Roosevelt. They also invite local food and wine businesses to come speak about their craft. We got Melinda Petznick of Stage Stop Vineyards accompanied by her chef, Eden Sierra.
When Jason and I were introduced to Melinda, we told her we were celebrating our 12 year anniversary. Later, after several glasses of wine, we were discussing our children and she said, “Oh I just did the math. You’re celebrating your 12 year anniversary and you have a 13 year old son…” and giggled. It’s something I often see on people’s faces, but I don’t know that anyone’s ever actually said the words to me before. That’s when I stopped worrying about being the most obnoxious person there and wondered if I made her my new best friend I’d get really great free wine.
I’m so glad we did it. I hope they do it for years and someday after I get on Survivor and win a million dollars we can take our whole family. And we’ll bring the unicorn too.