cause this shit happens.
You're just standing there and suddenly go "Well shit, what the hell is that?"
Case in point. I have been all over that dining room. I've noted the various crap alcohol on the table. I laid claim to the bottle of scotch older than me in the beginning and Josef and I finally polished it off back around my birthday this year. So suffice to say when we were joking around the other day about having Will try some of the ancient crap champagne that I was surprised when I noticed a bottle hiding behind something on the table. Now I'm no connoisseur of alcohol, but I've heard good things about Bordeaux. I mean it is a name wine after all. You hear it in tv and movies and in actual decent restaurants. So imagine my surprise when I pick up this innocent dark bottle with the dull brass coloured wrap over the cork and read the label.
Marquis de Castegaillard Bordeaux Superieur 1982.
Now I don't know if that is a good year, or even a good vineyard, but dude, its a bordeaux, in my house, bottled the year I was born. I feel that I should save it for something special, or at least my birthday next year. Mark my quarter century with something auspicious. That or save it for something really fancy...like buying a pony or earning a shiny degree.
I'd have adam ask Jeff, but alas our alcohol reference is in Alaska.
Wonder if it'll come up on google...
You're just standing there and suddenly go "Well shit, what the hell is that?"
Case in point. I have been all over that dining room. I've noted the various crap alcohol on the table. I laid claim to the bottle of scotch older than me in the beginning and Josef and I finally polished it off back around my birthday this year. So suffice to say when we were joking around the other day about having Will try some of the ancient crap champagne that I was surprised when I noticed a bottle hiding behind something on the table. Now I'm no connoisseur of alcohol, but I've heard good things about Bordeaux. I mean it is a name wine after all. You hear it in tv and movies and in actual decent restaurants. So imagine my surprise when I pick up this innocent dark bottle with the dull brass coloured wrap over the cork and read the label.
Marquis de Castegaillard Bordeaux Superieur 1982.
Now I don't know if that is a good year, or even a good vineyard, but dude, its a bordeaux, in my house, bottled the year I was born. I feel that I should save it for something special, or at least my birthday next year. Mark my quarter century with something auspicious. That or save it for something really fancy...like buying a pony or earning a shiny degree.
I'd have adam ask Jeff, but alas our alcohol reference is in Alaska.
Wonder if it'll come up on google...