Monday, December 1, 2008

No whining please

After looking at my calendar for the upcoming week, I decided that I need to start drinking. From getting out Christmas decorations to shopping to getting the car fixed to my yearly appointment with my gyno followed by the inevitable boob reshaping torture session (sorry about that guys), it's looking like a winner.

Then I realized that I'm already a drinker. What made me realize this? Well, it was the mind-boggling revelation that we are out of wine in the ReformingGeek household and my HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN reaction to this discovery.

I'm sure alcohol purchases have nothing to do with the hefty dent in my pocketbook. Personally I think cat food costs more. Maybe the cat won't mind if we cut back. After all he can catch something outside, right?



Then I asked myself when did I become such a wino?

I think I shall blame Hubby's boss. He and his company introduced us to really good wines (and some really good parties) and I discovered I like a dry wine with deep flavor. Back in the big hair days of the 80's when I was finally old enough to drink, I couldn't afford much since I had to pay for hair spray (and college). So my first exposure was cheap wines, usually sweet. OK. I know cheap wine has a purpose but we won't go there today.

Another point of reference is a cruise Hubby and I took a few years ago. On the first day of the cruise, the bar staff set up several kiosks around the ship where you could sign-up for a wine package (to be served with your meals) for the week. You know how it is on the first day when all the staff are all big smiles as they are calculating the potential dollars from this next round of suckers. This is unlike the last day when the smiles are plastered on and you can read their minds and they're saying "GET THE EFF OFF MY BOAT YOU MORONS".

Anyway, Hubby and I debated the 3-bottle and the 5-bottle plans and decided on the 5-bottle plan as they told us we could take home any unopened bottles. Ha! We took nothing home. The five bottles did not last the week. I could blame most of the drinking on Hubby but it just wouldn't be right (or true).

An even better reason to drink wine is because IT'S GOOD FOR YOU! At least this is what the Interweb tells me. Good for the heart! Anti-oxidants! Makes your boobs bigger! SOLD! I don't need much convincing.

Finally, to firmly establish the wino rating, we have attending several wine tasting events in the last few years. This may even qualify us for the wine snob status. (I hope not. I really don't like snobs).

I've said this before and I'll say it again. Although I like wine, I still like a good beer and an authentic margarita. This means that you don't use a syrupy mix or water it down. You can use sweetened lime juice just don't overdo it.

I've found that Reposado tequilas make great margaritas. The Blancos tend to be too sweet and AƱejos are too strong. Save those for the shots!

Uh oh. I think I just became a margarita snob. ;-)




Fast forward a few hours.



I just breathed a sigh of relief. I found a Cab. I'll be OK now.

Also, I'm just a few weeks away from rum balls so things are looking up around here.

Smiley is tired of the wine cellar at humor-bloggers.com. A click here and there goes a long way.

9 comments:

Chat Blanc said...

People say wino like it's a bad thing. That's totally wrong!

For my wine fix I just need to go to my parents house, the have a stock pile of wine like no one else I know. They buy from the wineries by the case. :)

ReformingGeek said...

@Chat Blanc - That sounds great. Please provide directions and are they open to adopting another daughter? ;-)

Kirsten said...

Just send your cat outside and have him/her find his/her own food. That's how his ancestors did it! No need to dip into the wine fund for a pet!

Da Old Man said...

Mrs. likes those better wines, too. I am a namby pamby wine drinker, preferring sweet stuff.

Random Chick said...

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MeadowLark said...

This totally sounds like me. I actually try to never do the math, because it might make me want to stop buying wine. And heaven knows I don't want to do THAT!

ReformingGeek said...

@Kirsten - Absolutely.

@Da Old Man - We know who has the tastes in the family. ;-)

@Random Chick - Thanks and thanks for the award.....maybe I should look before I say that ;-)

@MeadowLark - I probably would stop buying lots of things if I started doing the math.

VE said...

This is an emergency! I'll ship you a vineyard out immediately! And don't even tempt me with rum! Yum! Just provide the little umbrellas, please.

ReformingGeek said...

@VE - WOW! That's great. Thanks for the rescue. I wonder if I tried to ship rum balls to Oregon if they would get past the post office folks.


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