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.