kerewin's whine cellar

if it isn't one thing......

I have this list of things to do before tomorrow at 8am: Finish laundry, pack, create a fabulous post with all the right html (such as lists), good graphics and a funny punch line, call old friends, write great letters, make a list of addresses of friends to send postcards to............there are a few more things I could think of as well.

Too bad making sure I get out of this house by 8am tomorrow so that we can fly to France is the most important of those things.

So I will be back in two weeks. I am sure the internet world is on its collective knees.

Once Upon A Time In Your Wildest Dream

I had this dream Friday night about a High School Reunion. Mine. But this year, not some other year not some rightfully 10'd year or something. I ran into my old High School Prom Date. We were in the auditorium. We talked. It was really really cool how honest we could be with each other.

I told him how his hard-on while we were dancing freaked my shit out.

He told me that in Junior High School when I found out he had a crush on me, and I told a friend of his to stop talking to me, how it hurt his feelings.

I forgot to mention that when we were friends in 6th grade (the whole class was in that silly math/sci-fi competition and we were taking math tests to see who scored the highest, teams were based on scores) that it really pissed me off that he rated first and I was second and he ended up choosing me for his flight team, rather than let me lead a team of my own.

But aside from all of that, I woke up with this idea that I should google him. Find him and let him know that there were so many silly and stupid memories of the past, and maybe it was time to move on from that and find a friendship, or at least some time to talk to each other beyond all of that. So I googled him and turns out he is a lawyer in the city I grew up.

I went to the law firm site and found a link to e-mail him. I sent this fabulous catch-up note, details and highlights from my life. Then I hit, "sent."

It wasn't until after I hit that button that I realized that the note might end up getting sent to a pool of lawyers rather than the exact one I sent the email to (it had an email link with his picture and then it made me fill out a form...ugh!). Still and all, Saturday morning dawned bright and clear and I went to check my email.......zip, nada, zilch.

Well, he might not work on the weekends, I mean he is a lawyer but in Spokansas after all. He might get weekends off. So Monday morning.....check the email. Nothing. Hmmm, that might be wrong. Check again.

NO-THING. No new thing, get over it, he thinks you are the majorist dipshit ever.

Ok, so get home from work. You know, maybe he didn't get your email first thing in the morning. I am sure he is as excited as you are to keep in touch.

Well, whatever, I am apparently solo in the strange catch-up dream category and he finds me the utmost in loserville. There was no email and I turn out to be pure asshole in the twilight zone of memory. That or not even worth pity or hatred.

I am heartily disappointed. So much so that I refuse to post a picture of my horrible High School Prom. Not horrible due to date, just horrible because I looked like ass.

Just a quick reminder: Yo "E" I loved the night we spent with all of my friends' at J's house, after the prom watching bad 80's movies and not getting the slightest bit of sleep. I do admit to being the slightest bit disappointed that you never tried to kiss me when you brought me to the door of my parents' house some 6am later. Still, life got about 8 zillion times better AFTER High School for me, and I certainly hope for you as well.

I wish you all the best (but I will more than likely hold a grudge if you don't have some better excuse than a vacation for why you never emailed me back).

best, k

Bloody goddamn miracle

Dear [Completely un-named Wine Distributer Who Took Me and the Hub to Dinner Last Night],
I never thought it would happen. We have been together for eight years and I always thought I would have to keep my passion in the dark, never to be understood by my truly beloved. Yet, the miracle happened at our eye-opening dinner. I haven't ever felt such ecstasy as I did with our intimate group of four: you and your girlfriend, me and my Hub. All these years of patient waiting have been rewarded, my husband ACTUALLY picked up a bottle of wine (red wine, at that!) and poured himself some more saying, "Wow, that was really good!"

How can I ever repay your generosity? My first child? Benefactor of my will? A 20-case stack of wine in the store I work in? (Isn't job-specific lingo bizarre?)

All I can say is that tonight when he came home from drinks and dinner with a friend he tasted the wine I was drinking and actually CONSIDERED having a full glass of said wine. THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED IN THE HISTORY OF OUR COUPLEDOM. I had truly given up and hoped that while he would understand my passion and was grateful that he was at least was tolerant of my disease. And, to be honest, if you have seen my wine storage thingee-that-I-refuse-to-call-a-cellar-but-is-more-than-a-closet, you would have to say he is more than tolerant. Still, if you saw all of the Hub's pinball machines you would look upon me in nothing but awe and pity for my tolerance. But now, oh the building power I feel......he is trapped, he will belong only to me and my wine-buying tendencies. Darling Wine Distributer, how can I thank you enough? We shall all reap the benefits of this thing.......amen and hallelujah.

kerewin
Praise be to Oregon Wineries and all other purveyors of the grape

Love the one you're with

Why is it that you are the meanest to the one who loves you most?

Perhaps we know (or hope?) these are the people who will forgive you (us) the most easily?

I couldn't be luckier, I have someone who forgives me when I am being the biggest asshole, ever. How did that happen?

That raises the question, if we are meanest to the ones we love, then what the hell is up with that one dude who does that one thing that makes everyone thinks that he hates their guts?

Anyway, I love you Hubo'Mine, how did I ever get so lucky to have such a sweet man in my life?

While I was away

Sorry about the delay, what with friends visiting, sister having baby and work being terribly busy, I haven't had much time to be online, much less update. Still for your viewing pleasure I leave you with this:

Special thanks to Vajrabelle for the great evening. Side note to stalker lady, take that!