Anyone who knows me IRL (or at least on F
knows I love to drink and taste wine, etc. :chug
y :drkbddy :beer
Anyway...there's a big wine tasting event at one of the local liquor stores. (If any of you happen to travel to the Twin Cities area, Surdyk's is
the place to go.
wink ) I went in, tasting wine and snacking on some crackers. I'm suddenly talking to this older guy...and he seems cool at first.
We then go to talking about older vintages and such...and
this comes up. He has a vintage from circa '77-'78 in his house...which his 32 year old daughter has been asking about. Don't get me wrong; it's his wine, he can do whatever. But...it's what he said that bothered me.
"My daughter can have my vintage...as soon as she gives me a grandchild!"
Yeah...it was one of those
moments. I love my wine, don't get me wrong...but getting access to a certain vintage is certainly
not worth sluicing for.
Being buzzed and in a good mood, I didn't want to start anything. (I just didn't want to get kicked out, you know?
)But damn, I was SO tempted to announce my CF status to him. He was such a cool guy...up until THAT particular moment. I wished right then and there for the chance to ask the daughter how she really feels about sluicing.
I have no idea if that was an indirect bingo or what...it's still selfish to demand grandbrats, no matter what.
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