I Was Looking Over My Text Messages Today . . .

. . . and I saw one from Saturday night that read "Look to your left.  Matching sushi shirts."

My sister and I were out for sushi at a nice bring your own wine place enjoying a cool and crisp chardonnay (any cheap Chard' tastes like butter to me), and sure enough, to my left were a pair of nerdy twenty-somethings with matching shirts with pictures of sushi on them that read "That's how I roll."  She texted me this information because didn't want to say it out loud because they were one foot away from us.  We had a hard time not laughing, and I had to run off to the bathroom because it was just so damned goofy.

When their order came I saw that the shirts didn't lie because they had in front of them more sushi than any two humans should be able to consume in one sitting.  I texted my sister back, "We should have asked them what they got before we ordered because they God damned professionals."  

We had a good time.  I love weirdos.  Takes one to know one, I suppose.  

Godforsaken Updates . . .

- I had way too much to drink Friday and Saturday, and then I had some more on Superbowl Sunday.  That 3rd day in a row is always the one that catches up with you during the work week, and I know this, but you're not not going to drink for the Superbowl, right?  They need to move that darn game to a Saturday.  I was over at my sister's place and her piss poor neighbors all went home at halftime, and I started falling asleep after 4 or 5 Guinness.  Then her really fun neighbor came over with a bottle of Mike Ditka wine, so I had to try some wine made by "Da Coach."  I didn't have to drink from the next bottle of wine opened, but I did.

- I'm going to Austin, Texas later this month for the first time with LSD, who is finishing up school out in Los Angeles, in case you're a new reader or forgot.  We get together once a month in one of our cities or a neutral one, and this is one I'm really excited about.  The really fun neighbor I mentioned a minute ago heard that I was going there and said, "Ooh!  That's where they have all the bats!"  She is convinced that it is a city overrun with wild bats.  You would think I would have heard about that by now . . .

- My sister and I made fun of her, but it turns out she's right.  Just look at all those bats!

Wine Tasting Smart Asses

Well, a while back I posted a project I did where a friend and I drank piss poor winter beers, and now I bring you a wine tasting with mostly similar results, this time with a girl I'm sort of seeing who we will call, Law School Dropout.

First off, from the "silky" category, we had a sip of Heinz Eifel Riesling Spatlese

From: Mosei, Germany

Price: $13.99

Their Description: Full-bodied, flavors of peach, cit

rus, and apricot. Good with sushi and spicy cu

isine.

Dr. Ken's Impression: "This would go good with a sour apple Jolly Rancher."

Law School Dropout's Impression: "Eh, not my style."

Next, from the "bold" category, we tried out Ello Grasso Nebbiolo

From: Langhe, Italy

Price: $25.99

Their Description: Stop sign red with medium intensity and a nose of Maraschino cherries, red licorice and mineral notes. Tart, good acidity, leading to a long, lingering finish.

Dr. Ken's Impression: "He said it has tastes of tar and leather. Is that good?"

Law School Dropout's Impression: "It's real smoove."

And then we had, also from the "bold" category, had a snort of Qupe Syrah

From: Central Coast, California

Their Description: Beautifully balanced, delivering a balance of fruit, spice and tannins (whatever that is).

Dr. Ken's Impression: "That one dries you right out."

Law School Dropout's Impression: "I want some mashed potatoes with that."

Lastly, from the "nectar" category, they poured us Heinz Eifel Eiswein.

From: Germany

Their Description: Rich and flavorful, only the nectar of the juices getting extracted and fermented into the wine.

Dr. Ken: Trying to sound smart, "Is it pears, or something?"

Law School Dropout: "I'm struggling with this."

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I warned the gal I brought that I would likely be silly in there, not over-the-top like Jim Carrey, more like an understated smart apple like Bill Murray. For instance, I asked if the Heinz one was from the same people who brought us the ketchup. Also, when another gal asked us if we were familiar with the menage a trois in wine, I said, "Not in the wine realm, no." That one was really awkward because it was the gal's first day, and I think she thought we were propositioning her.

So, if any of my Seven Readers are headed to Napa Valley, bring the good doctor along because he doesn't know dick about wine, but he's good for a laugh . . .

What Wine Are You?

I was just talking to someone, and we were discussing what kind of wine we'd be. She said I was a Riesling because I'm kind of sweet, but I disagreed because that's a little too sweet for me - I have an edge too. I said she's champagne because she's bubbly, but not a shitty bottle of Andre' because she's better than that. However, she's not a bottle of Dom Perignon or Cristal because she's not rich (more like knee deep in student loans like me), so she's like a mid level Champagne.



Ultimately, I decided I'm a bottle of cheap chianti because I'm broke, and I like the wicker basket; They're cute.

What wine are you, Seven Readers?