I left that day firmly resolved that I would never get a tattoo. Because that wasn’t rock. That wasn’t rebellion. It was trying to fit in with everybody else. And from that day forward to now, I have never gotten a tattoo. Until last Tuesday…
The bottom line is, I have been blessed with the opportunity to work in the wine business. I have tasted thousands of wines. I’ve watched wineries and trends come and go. I have taken to these pages to praise what I’ve seen & tasted, or to bitch about it. And now it’s time to put my money where my mouth is.
What does destiny and a damn good barbecue have in common? Not much, really, but that’s never stopped a podcast before. This week, just in time for the July 4th Holiday, JT counts down the Top 3 Wines that go with barbecue, all the while contemplating whether we are put on this Earth with a destiny to fulfill. It’s the kind of shit you talk about when you’re drunk anyway, so just roll with it.
Was I judging this guy – who’s obviously a member of my community – simply because of the way he looks? And isn’t that a huge problem with what’s going on in our society today in general? Am I really…that guy? Judge Thy Neighbor Guy? So, I decided to do what everyone does when they face a crisis of conscience: get on Google. And what I found was…unusual.
I recognize this despondency all too well. It’s Suburban Disappointment Syndrome, the utterly ironic condition where you get everything you asked for – but didn’t know it would be like this. SDS is the fine print in the 200-page Terms of Service that comes with the American Dream.
Cats are horrible. I should know. I have one. I have been both a Dog Person and a Cat Person at various stages of my life, and currently I’d have to describe myself as an Indentured Cat Person.
What wine pairs with a lousy boyfriend? I get asked for a lot of pairing advice, which also means I spend an abnormal amount of time in the wine aisle at my local Safeway supermarket. This is probably a good indication that I’m not only… Read More »What Wine Pairs With A Lousy Boyfriend?
Last Sunday morning, I woke up from six hours of sleep following a four-day, end-of-summer Fun Binge with the kids. I considered myself lucky to have indulged in those precious six hours, as not unlike the mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex, sleep went extinct for me several… Read More »I Have Not Slept In 23 Years