*Note to myself
A wine bottle with a screw-top isn't necessarily an inexpensive wine.
Steve was late getting home Monday night, and I decided I'd like a small glass of wine to sip while I read a book. I looked through his wine cooler and saw two bottles with screw-tops. I grabbed one, poured about 4 ounces into a glass and slowly enjoyed it for the next two hours.
When Steve got home I told him I'd had a glass of wine and offered to show him the bottle I'd opened so he'd know it needed to be drunk or used in cooking within the next few days.
He asked, "What did you open?"
I answered, "I don't know, something with a clown on the label."
"Was it good?"
"Yeah."
We walked out to his office, I pulled the bottle out of the cooler and he staggered back clutching his chest with a look of utter horror and disbelief on his face.
Me: "What?!"
Steve: "You didn't open THAT!"
Me: "Yes. I did. See, you can tell. It's not full now."
Steve: "Laura. That's $80-a-bottle wine! It's supposed to be worth hundreds in about twenty years!"
Me (speaking very slowly, because now I feel awful): "You might be dead in twenty years. Maybe it's a good thing it's open now so you can enjoy it."
Steve: "I can't believe you drank that."
Me: "There's a lot left. Here - let me pour you a glass!"
Steve: "Robert Parker gave that wine a 97." [Actually, he gave it a 99 - I looked it up last night.] They sold out of it almost immediately. There's no way to replace it."
Me: "Wait! If he gave it a 97, then that means he drank it NOW. That wine is great now, and might NOT be that great twenty or even ten years from now, right?"
Steve: "The rating also is based on what he believes the wine will be like when it's more mature."
At this point I very unwisely started trying to bring in various Bible verses on planning one's future, and Steve warned me not to even go there.
So... I don't know what the future holds for us, but I'm pretty certain it holds no "clown wine."
Steve was late getting home Monday night, and I decided I'd like a small glass of wine to sip while I read a book. I looked through his wine cooler and saw two bottles with screw-tops. I grabbed one, poured about 4 ounces into a glass and slowly enjoyed it for the next two hours.
When Steve got home I told him I'd had a glass of wine and offered to show him the bottle I'd opened so he'd know it needed to be drunk or used in cooking within the next few days.
He asked, "What did you open?"
I answered, "I don't know, something with a clown on the label."
"Was it good?"
"Yeah."
We walked out to his office, I pulled the bottle out of the cooler and he staggered back clutching his chest with a look of utter horror and disbelief on his face.
Me: "What?!"
Steve: "You didn't open THAT!"
Me: "Yes. I did. See, you can tell. It's not full now."
Steve: "Laura. That's $80-a-bottle wine! It's supposed to be worth hundreds in about twenty years!"
Me (speaking very slowly, because now I feel awful): "You might be dead in twenty years. Maybe it's a good thing it's open now so you can enjoy it."
Steve: "I can't believe you drank that."
Me: "There's a lot left. Here - let me pour you a glass!"
Steve: "Robert Parker gave that wine a 97." [Actually, he gave it a 99 - I looked it up last night.] They sold out of it almost immediately. There's no way to replace it."
Me: "Wait! If he gave it a 97, then that means he drank it NOW. That wine is great now, and might NOT be that great twenty or even ten years from now, right?"
Steve: "The rating also is based on what he believes the wine will be like when it's more mature."
At this point I very unwisely started trying to bring in various Bible verses on planning one's future, and Steve warned me not to even go there.
So... I don't know what the future holds for us, but I'm pretty certain it holds no "clown wine."
(And just for the record, MollyDooker Carnival of Love Shiraz is a good wine. Now I wish I'd drunk more than 4 ounces!)
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posted by Laura at
5:17 PM
10 Comments:
roflol
This is what you two should have been drinking TOGETHER on that anniversary that you both *forgot*
Now I know what to look for for my father for Christmas :)
Married to a tea-totaler,
Dana
Oh no! LOL!
Well you have to drink the rest of it now! In your defense, I think your husband should label the "valuables"... it's only fair. Clearly this was not your fault. :)
LOL! I read the to hubby, pretty funny! I agree that your husband should have labeled the bottles.
So there. ;-)
LOL! My husband and I both got a good laugh out of that. I'm sure that it is of little comfort to your husband that opening that bottle "before its time" creates excellent fodder for the blog but -there it is!
Thank you, btw, for your comments on my blog. I enjoyed hearing your comments as well as reading your blog. ;)
I bet he comes up with a labeling system now.
We were just talking about this at my husband's office Christmas party the other night. His boss collects wine and has about 200 bottles. His wife says why not drink some of it and he says he's saving it for company. She says why not enjoy it now?! Another fellow says he just got 10 bottles for his birthday from a rich relative, but doesn't know if they are worth anything. Before he can research, his wife opens a bottle and enjoys it!
I don' drink, so I don't know what all the fuss is about!
Well I needed a good laugh! Don't Google the wine - it's best you don't know. ROFL
Lillium
There once was a husband named Steve,
Whose wife made him just a bit peeved.
She drank down his wine,
that was rated most fine,
Well, at least it was as good as perceived!
Go, Laura! *Ü*
Love,
Beth
ruh roh!
Laura! I can't believe it! Oh no! Poor Steve, but lucky you for having such a nice glass of wine =)
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