Ok, so I had a pretty rough day today. Which continued to the gym. In the gym, dickwads hide their insecurities behind big biceps and a bigger mouth. Why do you think they work out together like a giggly pubescent boy band? I don't give a shit, I'm not going to be intimidated off my workout. Yeah bitch, you wait until I'm done with the bench.
Anyways. That's not what I want to talk about. It's Thursday, so I scooted to LCBO as usual to pick up some wines. German rieslings today! Mosel-Saar-Ruwer, single-vineyard.....it really does not get any better. Wines from the Wehlener Sonnenuhr. Just fantastic. Picked up some things, as well as another bottle of 2008 Flat Rock Cellars Pinot Noir.
Which is where the fun began. I was carrying 5 bottles back in a paper bag. At the doorstep, I slip. The bottle of Flat Rock tumbles out, cap-first into the ground. Being a screwcap, it immediately sprouts a leak. Bright red wine spurts out everywhere - the ground was christened in lovely, fragrant, Niagara pinot noir.
Damn. I wanted to get another bottle to put away. But it's not to be. The bottle is now in a fridge, and I will drink it tomorrow. How could this happen? The first time I've broken a bottle - I've bought hundreds of bottles and this nonsense has never happened.
I'm a man who believes in signs. And this is a sign that now is not the time to put another bottle of this wine away. The single bottle I have sitting in my closet must suffice, for now. A sign, also, that I should visit Flat Rock again soon.
Oh yeah, how could I not share this. I'm sitting pretty right now with a busted lower lip. When a 15 lbs cable bar slams into your face, you lose.