Aging and Merlot
The California white wine gets its name from its blend of moscato, chardonnay, and chenin blanc. Its not too dry, not too acidic, only buttery sweet; a good combination for this kid who sticks to whites. I’m not saying reds are bad, I’m just saying I’m not old enough to appreciate them yet.
Its a rite of passage. One day you wake up and discover you’re wrinkly, aging to a so called perfection like the rich flavors in your bottles of reds. Old people drink red wine, young people drink white, and even younger drink arbor mist. It’s not really a wine so much as a teenager version of Hi-C juice boxes. My mom doesn’t drink red wines, because she said they would stain her teeth. I think in reality she too has yet to cross the merlot threshold. It gives me hope for keeping a perpetual youth.
It would give me hope, that is, if I didn’t spend the immediate preceding part of my night shopping for a vacuum cleaner. My old Friday night habits of beer towers and poop shoots have been traded for a Bissell “Powerforce.” I can’t say I’m disappointed—at 45 dollars for a 12 amp bagless 4 star rated vacuum, I got a pretty sweet deal.
With the other 100 dollars I spent tonight, I purchased some things I know I’ll need for my move next week. A broom, a bucket, a package of 8 AA batteries when I only really needed one. A painting I found on clearance for two dollars. Oh, and Young’s book The Shack, which I have been itching to read for months now. Just necessities, really.
So thank you, economic stimulus package. I realize that I promised myself I would put you into my savings account, but in all fairness I didn’t blow you on a Wii as I realistically anticipated.
Or this little beauty, which I am still seriously considering.
I also did not blow it on GE energy efficient light bulbs. I advocate for their marvelous glow, but I also (through the guidance of Becky) am going to forgo purchasing them in the hopes that some of the tree hugger events/conferences I’ll be attending will be giving them out for free. For example, tomorrow is the People’s Fair and La Piazza dell’ Arte. Although the latter excites me more, I think my hippie light bulb friends will more likely be at the first.
Never before has the expression “follow the light” meant so much.
I’m deeply offended. I am NOT old (despite what the grey hairs on my head say). I was enjoying deep, lucsious Reds YEARS before I ever sipped (and then subsequently spit out) a White. Maybe some people showcase their class in Wines, others in Vaccum cleaners (yours sounds awesome by the way)
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