When I slunk into work the next morning with two unyielding, risqué tattoos in full view, my coworkers at The Day Job™ asked, “Just exactly what were you doing in (insert air quotes here) Wine Country?!?”
Yes, growing grapes is similar to actual farming, but he noted that while regular crops required water in order to live and thrive, grapevines only required water to not die.
The transcendent moment came when I sampled their exquisite Auslese, Beerenauslese, Trockenbeerenauslese, and Eiswein. Yes, I had them all. Don’t hate me because I’m Prüm.
I’m just not really a Chardonnay kind of gal. However, a good wine is a good wine and this is a good wine! Plus, it’s spring! Plus (insert any relevant excuse here to have an expensive wine on a weeknight)!
“Oh!” said a friend of mine with whom I’d shared my decision, “you’re going to become a sommelier!” Well, maybe. It’s on the list. This is where my OCD kicks in. It’s what I call my “While I’m At It” plan.
We were having such a good time – and The Wineaux Guy™ was a magnet with his huge hat – that the next thing we knew, we were being escorted out at the end of the event. What!? How did that happen!?