Let’s just say that the very first thing I did during the service portion more or less guaranteed that I wouldn’t walk out with my Certified pin in hand. It was ugly.
Actually, there were only about five that I knew I bombed on (one being so elementary that anyone who could spell Two Buck Chuck would slap me).
I was raised in a beer and spirits environment (North Philly isn't exactly known for its wine culture), but when I discovered wine, I was hooked and fell madly in love.
“It’s California,” I said to myself. “How hard could it be?” It was pretty damn challenging as it turned out. “This was a walk in the park,” said no CWAS student. Ever.
For instance, we like to "pair" our dancing with the proper music. Waltzing at a rap concert? Break dancing with Bluegrass? I think not.
I know wine. I just have to have the pieces of papers (and pins) to prove to others that I do. Master level? Well, maybe. After all, while I'm at it...
It's not unusual to do an overnight road trip to a "Wine Country" and back over the course of a weekend. Yes, it's so close that even a tourist to Las Vegas could take a couple of days to visit Wine Country. How great is that?
As I used to tell my friends about my working as a barback, it was the hardest work I ever did for minimum wage in my life.
While whether I'm actually nuts or not may be a topic of endless debate...
Yours truly isn't completely innocent of wine overspeak, by the way. I vaguely recall - in the pre website-getting-hacked days - describing a Pinotage as "pugilistic."
Jocularity aside, I was surprised at what I already knew, what I learned, and how I applied it in the final. I rock, frankly. And so I decided to celebrate.