Bhagwan @ Large

Not quite a liter, not quite a problem

So the real problem with good wine is that in order to truly appreciate it, it needs to be consumed. Like most creative arts, wine making is extremely ephemeral, and the product (hopefully) can develop into something fantastic if it’s done “just so.”

Case in point. About a month ago, I discovered the Duck Pond Merlot. Specifically, the 2004 Merlot, which through some happy chance arrived at the local Safeway in case quantity.

It was priced to drink, so I collected one bottle during a weekly supply run. As luck would have it, we had a party that weekend, and my thoughtful guests brought me many other bottles to dev—sample.

As such, I did not reach the DPM04 until 2 weeks after initial purchase. Having already waited 5 years to brush my palate, the wine was perfectly fine with a little more dust on the bottle.

For what was inside was something truly remarkable. An explosion of chocolatey, cherry notes, with a 13.5 kick and long, long legs. It was heaven in a glass, and the second half several days later was exquisite.

Naturally, I was somewhat saddened to realize that this particular vintage was gone forever.

Until last week, that is. When I discovered three more bottles nestled in amongst the 07. They were just screaming to be dr—purchased, and home with me they went.

Tonight, I opened the second of three, It was remarkable. So much so that faced with the knowledge that I would not be drinking the second half tomorrow night, I made the executive call and poured the rest into my glass.

Approximately 200 ml remains as I type this, and I hereby inform the internet at large that the third, lonely and singular bottle shall not be relegated to the category of “archived<” for that happy day when the occasion truly merits sharing.

Damnit.

Times like these I truly can appreciate the value of cohabitation. For were I still the sole occupant of my demesne, that tempting, tasty bottle would be dry and empty in short order before my head hits the pillow for fake sleep tonight.

Just thought you all should know. Because if 2 or more of you can come up with a good enough reason, the corkscrew is primed and ready.

Good night, John Boy.

revisited

Got all of that one.

Started the day at a dehydrated 183, 5 lbs down from a dehydrated Monday start at 188.

Had responsible breakfast, responsible lunch, and then dangerous dinner.

For Esteban and I were at the Icon Grill. The Butternut Squash soup and Chicken fingers ( rom which I responsibly removed the deep fried breading) were not quite Lean Ground turkey. But Close.

The Texas Funeral Cake Cupcake certainly was not responsible. Especially since it was served with a big scoop of Vanilla Ice cream, and a dollop of Hot Fudge. Also, looks and tastes exactly like a Hostess (C) cupcake.

Go figure.

By the way, YUMM!

It’s okay, says I. Starting again on Monday. My plan was to do days 1-7, then jump right back to day 1. this would end the cycle right around Norwescon, where I intend to be…Epic.

So, the three glasses of 14 hands Cab-sav I had with dinner were a good start.

It’s Poker night, you see. Have to be in the right frame of mind.

Entered the evening 22 units up lifetime. Tonight was a small field of participants, and we expected that it might go fast.

But a little faster than I had expected. Esteban was out after an hour of play, and a few bad calls had me out just before 9. But not until I collected 5 units, which leaves me “up” for the evening, and still possessed of both cash and time to rendezvous with the Kids at Brouwers, down in Fremont, center of universe.

The 3 Glasses of Shiraz were an excellent Idea, if I do say so myself.

At Brouwers, I use my people skills to secure us half of a table, alongside a nice gentleman ans his date. They soon leave, frightened away by the two glasses of Scotch that Steve and I have acquired.

Each.

Water, water is our friend. Also, time for a nice salad. The Miltons are trying a vegan kick for a while, so a baby spinach salad tossed with a light vinaigrette is an excellent idea. I have mine with Chicken, since Chicken is clearly indicated on he menu.

Also, about two gallons of water.

Sadly, they have no dessert worth eating. there were several on the menu, but none were as tasty as the next glass of scotch.

Grahame was a casualty, and nattered off to sleep in th car. I share some second hand smoke with a couple folks, but in the long run, water is our friend. Steve left around 11 ish, and we all cut out (ostensibly for some mystery bar on Cap hill) at 1:30. Once we were in the car, though (SHOTGUN), It’s all about Casa de Bhagwan.

So, here I sit. Fresh from the shower, still drunk (more or less), and a dehydrated 181 lbs.

Life, it is good.

Drink your water, kids. It’s important.