September 13th, 2014

piranha - the red queen.

Alcohol, that party time necessity?

I met up with Seanie and his best pal Josh after work at Rock Bottom Brewery today, and ordered some girly little candy-flavored cocktail. Josh's eyes nearly popped out of his head.  "Y'know," he said, "I think this is the first time I've ever seen you with a drink."

I was surprised.  True, I'm not much of a drinker, but we've known each other for years.  Surely at some point...?
But perhaps not.

I'm really not much of a drinker.  I can't tell you the difference between the flavor of whiskey and rum.  I've never played beer pong.  I've been buzzed but never stone-dead drunk.  I just prefer tea and fruit juice to beer and wine.  

Sometimes this huge hole in my knowledge seems like a problem.  Los Gatos is a wine town, hands down, and the fact that I don't know anything about it does make things difficult.  If someone offers a glass of chardonney or pinot, the best answer I can come up with is, "The red one?" - which I'm picking only because the white wines that my mom likes always taste like vinegar to me.  I'm not saying that I want to become a wine fanatic with a dedicated cooler in my house, but I should probably learn enough about wine so that when someone says, "This California Zinfendel is especially peppery" I can understand what is meant.

There are tons of local vineyards, so I really don't have an excuse not to attend a few wine tastings and start figuring out.  I suppose I'll file this thought away on the "to do" list and perhaps start exploring.