For some reason, when my friends, family and occassional aquaintances find themselves stumped for ideas, they always come to the conclusion of giving me booze. Wine is always the classic choice, and although having a wine cellar was the ‘in’ thing in college, now that I have a place (not a cellar, however) for those many bottles, I find it utterly wasteful.
Yes, however, I could pick out something to go with any meal. Sadly, because of my penchant for remaining in control of myself in any given situation (with notable, often embarrassing, exceptions) I don’t drink all that often. So those bottles sit unused until I host some party, which is fine because age makes it better, right?
Still it isn’t only wine. J gave me a bottle of Louis XIII a long time ago, and we shamelessly drank it all gone in one memorable week. Today, I’m staring at a bottle of something equally pricey… sent to me by someone I’d define as a professional acquaintance. I should be hesitant. I should stick it next to the many bottles of wine gathering age, cost and dust in my un-cellar. However, because I am who I am, and filled with contradiction, annoying habits and otherwise unpredictable behavior, I am going to drink it.
All of it.
but…
Not by myself. You kidding? My liver would be pickled.
Here’s to me.
—– —– —– A few hours later, edit.
Do not drink that shit, it will kick your ass. I’d tell you what it was, but hell, I’m a sadist. I want you to suffer. I’m going to go drink lots of water now and disappear for several hours.
i must be feeling you…tonight is the first time i’ve had wine (or any other variety of alcohol) in more than, well, more than two years now.
Odd coincidence, synchronous event ( OR JUST AN URGE)…whatever, but still strange, as far as timing.
The difference being that i’m drinking a more reasonably priced Ste. Chapelle Riesling, from my home-state. i met him years ago now, and enjoyed his conversation, so i support his enterprise. Therefore, i have autographed bottles (his gift to me, along with a reminder) buried in dark places called ’storage.’
Note: since i am already a bit heady, time to sign out, but “Here’s to __.”
Comment by gd — November 20, 2008 @ 1:23 am
‘more reasonably priced’ being the ‘inside joke,’ obviously…laughable, indeed.
J has exquisite and impeccable taste, i see.
To shameless memories, true hearts and treasured friends!
i’m rambling (and remembering idyllic days long past) -Buzzed, alone and typing into the darkness, arghh…
i have a date with the Dream King, so it’s now time to slip between some cool sheets.
~filled with contradiction, annoying habits and otherwise unpredictable behavior?
Maybe tomorrow.
Comment by gd — November 20, 2008 @ 3:42 am
Eh. You survived. I hope your day went well, D. Thought about you here and there.
elise
Comment by elise — November 20, 2008 @ 9:34 pm
Happy Birthday.
S
Comment by s — November 23, 2008 @ 9:36 am