...Or even Wine. Ahem.

So I was wondering about what to post about today, because let’s face it, I’ve been in an office all day doing my funky thing (which isn’t, I’m afraid to say, all that funky!) and then this evening I’ve been writing and pottering around on Steemit… so yeah… not exactly the most grippy-est of gripping reads…

Then I remembered I haven’t told you about my gallivant to the wine tasting a couple of weeks ago. Not that I’m promising that it will be any more gripping than watching paint dry… but at least it will give you the chance to have a good point and laugh at me.

The Wine Tasting

So, it was very specifically a Rosé wine tasting in the posh wine shop in town… and I was only going as the poster had caught my eye so my lovely OH bought me a ticket to go as a surprise. I went on my own. Dear reader… I was petrified.

Here’s a couple of things you need to know about me before we go any further:

1. I don’t often drink alcohol. Maybe once or twice a month- and then only a single glass or pint.
2. I know nothing at all about wine. At all. I don’t even like shop bought red very much, and I can’t stand white. Pink is my only way to go.
3. Because of point 1. I have next to no tolerance. One glass and I’m away with the fairies.

Okay- so in I walk, all on my own… and I’m early (always clinically early…) I’m nervous as I’m completely out of my comfort zone and my depth. But I’m not the first there- hurrah! There’s a couple who have already arrived and are playing with this cool machine at the back of the shop. You basically pay to load your card with credit, and then press buttons to decant tasters from the bottles in the machine… ranging from 80p for a sip to £££££ for a glass. They were decanting, swirling, sticking their noses deep in their glasses… it seemed like hours until they took a sip! They knew what they were doing… ohhh no. This was bad.

Soon the posh little back room with the high stools (health and safety risk or what?!) was full with 12 of us – each with a glass poised, ready for action. We were to try 5 wines. There was I thinking they’d give us a sip of each as we went along. How wrong I was.

The guy talked to us about grapes, and how rosé is made from the same grapes as red, with the skins used to add just a touch of colour… it was all very interesting, and he talked with a lot of passion. He knew his grapes. Thing was, they filled my glass a long way up with wine number 1.

Wine 1

I swirled and sniffed like the rest of them… I sipped. I didn’t add to the discussion as I was too busy wondering where I could pour some of the glass away… nowhere. Damn. It was okay, just a bit sour. Pretty bottle though. They were talking about strawberries and cream. Nah. Not me. I finished the glass- because that’s the polite thing to do.

I very quickly stopped being nervous and started joining in at this point. Ahem.

Wine 2

A bit better. Less sour. Bottle not quite as cute. Swirl and sniff and swig.

Posh wine bloke: “What are you getting?”
Me: “bananas”
Posh wine bloke: “??”
Rest of group: rolling around laughing at/with me (by this point, I don’t care!)

Glug and the glass is gone.

Wine 3

Now this smells yummy.

Posh wine bloke: “dare I ask”
Me: “Cucumbers and cut grass”
Posh wine bloke: “??” pause. sniff. “huh” swirl. sniff. “erm. yes. you’re right”
Rest of group: look wise and knowledgeable as they sniff and swirl and agree.
Me knobs … glug glug yum.

It went back down hill from there. It’s now quite an exciting thing to stay perched on the high stool…

Wines 4 & 5

The last two wines are the expensive bubbly ones. The first is so grim (yum yum go the rest of the group) that I can’t actually drink it and pour it unceremoniously into the glass of the guy sat next to me as soon as he has room. I think he was pleased, I don’t really remember. It tasted like off nail polish with fizz added. The last one was ridiculously expensive. I finished the glass but… it was not nice… but the posh wine guy looked like he would cry if I donated the contents again.

So- all in all- I had a very fun evening, got completely sozzled, learned that not all tastes are made equal and that it is absolutely fine to prefer different things to everyone else and that I shouldn’t stop being me just because I’m around people who aren’t used to my more unusual qualities ;)

Also there was info about wine- but frankly, I was having far too much fun to remember all (any) of that.

Until tomorrow my lovelies,
Eveningart x

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^{Sources: Pics all by yours truly... getting more shaky as the night went on.}

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