I just went and bought this bottle of wine. It was casually recommended by the woman at the wine store, a friend of a friend. I was told yesterday by a confidant on the inner circle that I like Pinot's because I saw the film "Sideways." I wonder if that's true or not, it seems unlikely. I am being told lots of things lately, few of which seem to make much sense to me. It's as if some of my friends are speaking in code, and I am left without my decoder ring.
I am starting to gravitate away from heavier wines with higher alcohol content, the "jammies"....
I get along with Pinot's, we have lots to talk about, or to just sit comfortably in silence, with the breeze flowing through what used to be our hair. They have the lightness of a casual friendship, with perquisites. I also like blends. When done right they really do seem appealing. A friend once noted that I do not have any uncomplicated relationships. At the time that she made the observation I think that it might have been true. It becomes less and less so as the years pass, though I have spent lass and less time with many of them in the last few years. I have begun to enter my maturing years. With puberty almost finally complete it is time to pull myself together and ripen, to come of ages.
As I drink this bottle I am listening to "Exile on Main Street" by The Rolling Stones, an album I perhaps listen to a little bit too much. But if there's a better album in the universe I don't know what it is. The days of successive heat have broken here in Sonoma. I sit near the window, in the sun, with the music at a pleasant volume and the wine within reach as I write this, the gentle zephyr joining us. Life is not only good, it is delicious, delightfully ours.
"Thank-you for your wine California..."
I have considered abandoning my previous rating system. Using only the time spent drinking the bottle can be a bit one-dimensional, especially considering the implications of the OPERA project on time.... I had thought that recounting my experiences while drinking the wine would flesh the rating system out a bit, but my wife pointed out that it only took a few posts before I was posting pictures of women's butts. She has a point, you know. I will either revamp that system or scrap it altogether. Perhaps there is a way of saving it, we'll see.
"We will sell no wine before it is time..."... Orson Welles would be turning over slowly in his unfinished projects.
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