26 February 2013
Parking Lot Wine Tasting
The Echo X-Ray (EX) installed an 88 bottle wine fridge in our kitchen for my 43rd birthday. It's not everyday a man gets a built in kitchen appliance for his birthday. I think it had something to do with the Victoria's Secret negligee I gave her on her birthday.
It looked empty and pathetic with less than 40 bottles and so I was going broke trying to keep it full when a buddy told me about Costco's wine deals -- most under ten bucks. I bought a couple mixed cases only to return a few weeks later and find the cheap stuff I liked was, according to the articulate young salesman, "Du-huuude, long gone."
I don't like being called, 'Dude' or, Du-huuuude... I don't like people who call other people, 'Dude.' Especially when it's shouted and turned into two syllables, 'DU-HUDE!' Most annoying because it almost always prefaces the greeting. Me, I'm more a, 'Man' kinda guy. 'Man' almost always comes at the end of a sentence. 'Good seeing you. Don't be a stranger, man.' And it's never turned into two syllables. How can it be? 'Man' is uttered softly, almost like a Canadian, 'Eh.'
You with me, man?
I went back to Cotsco, this time with a corkscrew and a glass, and bought another mixed case from the Dude. I carried the wine out to my car, put the case on the passenger seat, got behind the wheel and started my tasting. Using the parking lot as a giant spit bucket, I went through the case in less than half an hour, strolled back in the Cotsco and ordered a couple cases of what made my parking lot tasting. The Dude looked at me oddly...probably my purple teeth.