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Tuesday, February 08, 2005

i made up a dance in my kitchen last night.

it involves a whisk, a dishtowel, Elton John & Kiki Dee, a certain amount of shimmying

and large amounts of merlot.

i have been off the merlot wagon for a little while now. i had a very bad experience with it when i was a senior in high school.

you know how most people learn about drinking from sampling their parents' liquor cabinet? well, my parents never had a liquor cabinet but they did have an extensive wine cellar...so from junior year in high school until i turned 21, i show up at parties with bottles of what i would later find out were expensive bottles of wine from France, Italy, Lebanon, etc..but which at the time i thought was just normal wine, because who knows about wine at that age. who even knows about wine now? all i know is that if the label is not in English then it is probably kind of expensive.

this is actually kind of sad. because i found out fairly recently that my parents bought a bottle of wine in France in 1980 (the year i was born) with the intention of giving it to me on my 21st birthday. i am pretty sure this bottle was drank under the bleachers at a high school football game when i was 19.

so anyway, at one particular party at my friend Vicki's house, i was particularly wasted in the wee hours of the morning. i remember walking around her living room, shmoozing, with a bottle of merlot in one hand and a cigarette in the other, oozing class. subconcisously, i was ashing into the bottle of wine, which i did not realize until i took a large swig, and got a mouthful of merlot dampened ash.

what happened next was not pretty.

so for a long, long time afterwards, whenever i would drink merlot i would get this stinging sensation in the back of my throat. i could still drink it, but it always brought forth that ashy, nasty memory.

but, i am back on the merlot again. and while cabernet makes me sleepy and pinot noir makes me gabby....merlot makes me wanna dance!!



so if anyone wants to come over for a merlot-fueled dance party, let me know. (danielle, i'm loooking at you)

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh drinking under the bleachers - those were the days. Sarah, you tell the story well, though you failed to mention the ever so classy manner in which we opened the wine bottles under the bleachers. Another story for another day I suppose!

Also, with regards to bad merlot experiences -- don't you think you should at least mention the time you were attempting to open the seal of a bottle of red WITH A KNIFE and proceeded to STAB YOURSELF IN THE EYE? Maybe some of the bad memories stem from the eye stabbing?

Tuna helper anyone?

Oh Sarah - we've known eachother too, too long. I got all the goods on you!

Love to love ya!
~ Jenny
all eyes on jenny dot com

Sarah said...

see, i would have mentioned the whole "kyklopes" incident, but i'm not sure it was a bottle of merlot ;-)

Anonymous said...

I know! I couldn't remember either that's why I said "bottle of red"! I *do* remember it was red though because someone (probably Pat) made a joke that if you had spilled it on yourself, it would have looked like eye blood!

~Jenny
all eyes on jenny dot com

Sarah said...

Pat also made another joke....YOUR FUTURE!!
(i miss pat!)

Anonymous said...

i'm obviously in. unlike that dumb movie sideways, i do love drinking merlot and love drinking and dancing with you. so all and all we have a good time ahead of us. you name the time and i'll be at your place. SATC season 3 perhaps? <3 danielle

DementedPhotographer said...

Merlot?? That's all it takes? Put your dancin' shoes on, girl. I'm on my way over. ;)

-G