On Friday Nov. 6th I was asked by BayArea.com to attend the San Francisco Vintners Reserve and write about my evening. As I no longer own that write up, I can’t legally post my own words here. So instead, I give you a collection of the best words spoken by others that night:
“Look, I think she’s having a winegasm, she can’t even stand!... Wait. Nevermind. She’s just drunk.” “Why don’t you go get a drink for the lady while we finish up some paperwork?” -Time share salesman to man, after noticing him flashing skeptical looks at his girlfriend. “This wine is classic, not slutty. Just like me.” “Sometimes you just don’t want to open a $100 bottle of wine on a Tuesday night” “They’re being so stingy on the pour. It’s like they’re spitting on me!” “These grapes come from a secret region known only to vintners.” “Where’s that?’ “Atlas Peak.” “Let’s grab an Uber so we can get home and eat some cheese while our mouths still taste like wine. One other thing worth mentioning: The company First Aid Shot Therapy was passing out single shots of their liquid hangover remedy. Out of necessity, I tested them the next morning. And though they aren’t a cure all, they make a real difference. I found they worked best with a bacon sandwich and mimosa. Check it out in the link below:
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I was out of place in more than one way at the Presidio Movie Night last Friday.
Most visibly, I was a childless man in a park full of hundreds of families come to watch Pixar’s Inside Out. I realized as kids frolicked through bubble machines on the lawn of the Presidio’s Main Post, that the bottle of Sudwerk’s 3 Best Friends lager I’d snuck into Sarah’s purse was probably a no go. I compensated by stocking up on the free popcorn and It’s-Its, including the last Mint-Chocolate Chip sandwich. We used a blanket to hold this treasure hoard of snacks, as well as our space on the lawn. Sarah’s decision to bring the blanket reflected apt forethought and preparation: With the drought on, the Presidio has ceased using sprinklers, leaving the lawn—and the butts of anyone sitting on it—brown and cakey. Sarah’s decision to lay the whiteside of the blanket face down on the lawn did not reflect those same qualities. While scouring the snack tables for more free treats I came across a trivia table, which offered stationery prizes and a precocious young girl whose third degree made me aware of a second way in which I didn’t belong. “Answer these 3 questions,” she bade me. |