Anyway, as I was filling up my car tonight I nipped into the gas station to buy us some beer (thanks to the zoning laws, I can do so near my work but not within 5 miles of home). As I was wandering through their small wine section a label caught my eye "3 Blind Moose". The name and label both cracked me up, and it was on sale, so I grabbed a bottle of Chardonnay and brought it home. (After having to convince the cashier 3 times, with 2 different forms of ID, that I was old enough. CRIPES. I should take it as a compliment, but still...) I figured it would probably be mediocre, given the price, but at worst I hadn't wasted that much money. Come home and open it and WOW. This stuff is TASTY. As in would-expect-to-pay-3-or-4-times-as-much-t
I suggest to J. that he try some. From his years as a fine dining waiter, he has a lot more schooling in wine snootiness than I do, and he likes to show it off with new vintages. He brings the glass up and tips it to smell the bouquet. And slips. Resulting in him managing to snort a coke-fiend sized dose of Chardonnay straight up his nose. I haven't seen so much running around and howling and hysterical sneezing since the cats made the mistake of trying to sneak a taste of hot mustard off my dinner plate. I'm still dying just remembering it. THIS is why I avoid wine pretention, ladies and germs... not just because I admit I don't know what I'm talking about, but it's downright hazardous to your health. Or at least your sinuses.