Suitcase of memories

by statia on September 17, 2003

I saw the other day that “the fish” was discussing her alcoholic beverage history. Which I think is ironic considering Sphinx and I were talking about drinking wine, and how I hated it as a kid, but maybe I’m just not giving it the proper chance. When I was a wee tyke, my father accidentally put me to bed with a full bottle of red wine. After realizing what he had done, he made a mad dash up the stairs to take the bottle from me. He really didn’t have a big fight on his hands. I had already thrown the bottle out of my crib and was standing there with a look of disgust on my face. Ever since then, I never touched the stuff. Until last weekend.


When I was in high school, and through college, I was mainly a beer drinker. I usually drank Killians, or Honey Brown. I’d drink the random occasional mixed drink. Actually, in college, I drank all sorts of crap. Anything I could get my hands on. It wasn’t pretty a lot of times, and I had my fair share of really bad hangovers.

Then there was the phase in between where the only thing I’d drink was Khalua and cream, but that made me feel so full and bloated. After three of those you felt like you ate a three course meal.

At the age of 22, I went through my rum and coke phase. I drank that whenever it was available. That probably lasted a couple of years. Soda doesn’t agree with my stomach, and beer always made me feel like someone knitted a sweater over my tongue and then took a crap in there before they left.

At about 25, after I had gotten seperated, I started drinking again. I went through the gammut of drinks, until I could find something that I really liked. Beer, margaritas, shots. I also went a little crazy after taking a drinking hiatus for a couple of years. I had to rebuild my tolerance after all.

Then last year, I found Grey Goose. Smooth. I’ve become a vodka snob. First it was screwdrivers, then it was Grey Goose L’Orange, and cranberry juice, and that’s been my latest drink of choice.

Last weekend, I finally broke my wine cherry. When I was at C’s all he had was wine. I really didn’t want to feel left out, so I figured I’d give it another try. You know, it wasn’t so bad. I kind of liked it. I could see myself becoming a wine snob too. Ok, maybe I won’t go that far, but I am aquiring a taste for it.

I guess this means, I’ll finally have to break down and get a good cork screw.

{ 8 comments }

matt September 17, 2003 at 9:23 am

it took me taking a class in wine selection before i could develop a taste for anything other than really sweet wine. drinking 6-8 different types of wine every week for 16 weeks has a way of getting you used to stuff.

Mac September 17, 2003 at 9:33 am

And after you wouldn’t even try my smuggled French wine! Oh, the humanity! Although I am gratified to hear that I’ll be able to open wine bottles at your house now without spritzing wine all over your kitchen! *grin*

theresa September 17, 2003 at 10:28 am

I’m on a Malibu Bay Breeze phase (malibu coconut rum, pinapple & cranberry juice). I would drink rum & cokes, but I don’t drink soda anymore. I’ve never been able to drink beer, it just tastes bad. When it comes to wine, I actually prefer cheap wine becuase I think it tastes better. I’m so refined :)

jason September 17, 2003 at 10:58 am

You gotta love The Goose…I take mine as is.

Solonor September 17, 2003 at 11:21 am

Since I’m repeatedly told how OLD I am by some parties *ahem*, I thought I ought to start drinking wine (heart healthy ya know). So, I bought a bottle of merlot and went to open it last night…yep…no corkscrew! (I’ll have you know that those little corkscrews on Boy Scout knives are pretty damned useless.)

sphinx September 17, 2003 at 11:49 am

I’ll send over a box of wine for you.

robyn September 17, 2003 at 1:58 pm

I think a good screw always puts a good, new perspective on things… Oh. Wait.

Dania September 20, 2003 at 5:58 pm

You did get a good screw!…er cork screw. heh

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