Let’s Talk About Wine (and talk and talk)
Growing up and then into my early adulthood, I never really talked about myself that much, or at least I don’t think I did. Over the past few years, though, something has happened to change that, and that something is wine. The effects are twofold. One, as many people may find to be true, is that when I drink it, I open up more and get chattier than normal. The other is that when people ask me about wine, I can talk and talk. Keep asking questions, I’ll keep answering them (or try to anyway).
Since I’ve been home, I’ve talked more than a few ears off. One evening my family (parents, grandparents, aunt, uncles, cousin, brother) sat through a practice for my food-and wine tv show, as I made dinner and discussed the perfect pairings while my brother, the aspiring director, filmed everything. Such good sports.
I did the same thing over at the sommelier’s the other night. Too bad for her partner, whose not nearly as into wine as we are. Then a good friend offered to drive me to Hattiesburg, in southeast MS, where I went to grad school. Not only did she endure the two-hour drive, but upon arrival, we went to see another friend who’s a sommelier. Of course, he was asking me about the winery and wines, so she, his wife, and his brother had to sit though my speech. I even commented how it felt like I was teaching a wine class (as I used to do at the restaurant where we all worked together).
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m asking questions about their lives, too. I want to know how everyone is doing, if there’s any good gossip I’ve missed, etc. But mostly I get statements like, “It’s all the same. You’re the one doing something new and exciting.�
I’m only here a few more days, so I’m going to make a point to not talk as much. Unless, of course, I drink too much wine. Then all good intentions are out the window.
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