Please explain it to me.
I’m not getting this at all.
10, count them, 10 days of bitching about being on antibiotics for a sinus infection. Moving my Open That Bottle Night to tonight instead of last Saturday night like the rest of the wine world. Pulling out wine – days ago – that I planned on opening for my Unitarian Universalist church friends as day 10 coincided with the day we were slated to cook for the homeless shelter…
Right now I should be drinking my beloved Insignia or Silver Oak with my own beloved…
But my beloved screwed me. Mr. I Don’t Get Sick is full of snot tonight.
But, I digress.
Rewind. I pulled out a couple of homemade wines and a McManis Zin to share with my church pals that, though appreciative, are extreme lightweights. I figured Eddie, aka Snot-Nose, and I would head out after the cooking to hear the Helen LaPrairie band at Valencia Wine Company and have some really good wine there.
My church friends arrived. We washed, chopped, foiled and…drank. The homemade wine wasn’t too grand, but a nice “appetizer” for me. The McManus Zin, tasted at a friendly female-fueled event, was disappointing. (Yes, Eve can give a bad rating…)
That’s when Bacchus struck me down. The hubby could not be pried from his bark-o-lounger because he was too “weak” and “tired”. After 10 days of no wine don’t think I didn’t consider ditching the dead weight and heading out on my own. Hey, I know everyone in my wine-bar-town, I would’ve been just fine.
Then I remembered that checkpoints were announced in Newhall beginnning at 8:30pm. The Pepcid AC I took as a precursor to my evening plans was now a dim reminder that I would never venture out alone after drinking even dismal wines….I was stuck in with Chief Snot Nose.
He tried to make it up to me with Blood Orange Martinis….not. With the mix being one part to the one part of Vodka, I’m now just sitting here, pissy, and a little too sober after TEN DAYS. No good wine. No good snot-filled hubby to drink it with. And a weak martini?
Maybe I should just go back on the meds.
(Sidebar: When I told my mom about the sinus infection she told me that I must “pick” my nose. This mortified me. Not because, gee, I might have, but because I had tweeted and facebooked my ailment for these past 10 days and all my wine peeps must think…gee…she’s a nose picker….)