encore, et encore
wine tasting event last night. I knew enough not to pour myself a taster, not to have a glass in front of me. but I did ask the person next to me if i could have a sip from one of their tasters. All eyes on me (cuz i’m the girl who doesn’t drink), i took i very small sip, less than a teaspoon … and it was truly revolting. Apparently the look on my face was pretty funny. it tasted like gasoline. and it smelled nasty. there i was, hosting a wine event, and i don’t drink wine, and when i did try to taste a sample i looked like i was in pain… they laughed at me.
and then I thought …
hard to believe anyone drinks this stuff voluntarily.
I’d have to drink it for awhile before I could ‘get used to it’ again.
i’m sure if i had a glass or two i’d be over the revolting taste part.
what kind of a person thinks that forcing yourself to drink something nasty would be a good idea.
oh, it does warm my throat just a bit.
i remember now the feeling of being numb in a few seconds. in a glass or two, i could be numb, i could go there.
i don’t want to be one of those people. i’ve read about them. i don’t want to be them.
i don’t want to say “i had a sip, then a glass, then a bottle.”
i am NOT going to be one of those stories.
and I poured myself some cranberry juice. the night continued. all is well. encore, et encore. again, and still.