And A Bottle of Wine

The kind, generous, appropriate thing to do when going to a get together is to bring something. Something, anything. It could be an appetizer, a dessert, or a bottle of wine. Whatever you please.

Since I didn't have much time and my cooking skills are average, at best, I decided wine was the way to go. First problem with that decision was, where the heck do I get wine? I am the biggest lush, a one and done if you may, and I do not drink wine at all. For the genetics responsible for my lushness, check this out: http://june-24th.blogspot.com/2009/11/lush.html.

I decided to bypass the grocery store and the convenience store at the gas station, which, yes, I was truly considering, for the liquor store. I don't know what it is like to buy wine, or even if you can, at the other places, but I imagine it is harder to find what you are looking for.

That was actually the second problem. In terms of what I was looking for, all I knew was I wanted a bottle of wine. Red wine, white wine, yellowish or pinkish wine. I have no idea! It's all the same to me; something I won't be drinking. I resorted to the signs above the racks and racks of wine. I wandered over to the Italian section holding my head high to give off the aura that I knew what I was doing.

All of this! How was I to choose? I began reading labels. Hmmm, Della Terra, Vinissimmo, Dolce Sarde, Vinico? They meant nothing. I picked out what I felt was the best looking label. That was the winner. It was a bottle of Chianti. I have heard of Chianti before, must be fine.

I brought my chosen bottle of Chianti up to the register and the man, of course, asked for my ID. He made some small talk, and eventually said, "So, you like Chianti, huh?" I answered by explaining I had no idea, I just needed a bottle of wine. He told me that Chianti was a very dry wine and that in fact, many people do not like Chianti. Awesome! Out of all the bottles in that entire liquor store, I had decided on a wine people don't like. Go figure!

The gentleman escorted me to a completely different section of the store and showed me some wines he thought were very popular for holiday parties. I asked him to pick one out for me and he conceded. I thanked him profusely for saving me, as he rang up and packaged my Merlot.

With great excitement, I handed the host my bottle of wine as I entered. I received thanks and then the bottle was put aside. Hours later, on my way out, I noticed my bottle of wine, still in that sheer red covering, unopened. Apparently nobody else had great excitement over my bottle of wine. Oh well, I tried. I probably would have been more successful if Jeff had been with me. He is not a big wine drinker, but I have a feeling he would know. He just knows everything!