My ears are still slightly ringing. In the immortal words of Roger Murtaugh: I'm getting too old for this shit. But what am I saying - it's not about me. My friend was celebrating her birthday at the Drake Hotel, and I was happy to sacrifice my hearing for a night of clubbing, because she had a great time, and that's all the matters.
Right. Old lovers. Not a lot of fun to revisit, because really, no one really ever stays friends. But with time, memory becomes selective, and as a matter of principle (to stay care-free), I choose to only remember happy times. What am I talking about? As if I have a well of experiences to draw upon . . . if it's not apparent yet, with nearly 5 years of LCF in the books, I don't. So I'll stick to wine, because unlike women, there's meaning beyond all the madness behind wine.
Cesseras means a lot to this wino. As a young fella a few years ago, Cesseras was my introduction to the wines of South France. Those big, rich, alcoholic bombs that seduce you and leave you dizzy and completely fucked up the next day. The 2002/2003 and the 2006. Excuse the writing - I did say I was a young wino at the time. These wines made such an impact on me, and above all, taught me that texture in wine was possibly one of the greatest determinants to enjoyment and pleasure. That silky thickness, running down the throat. This 2008, showing all that heat, with a certain savouriness. Rich, sweet fruit, somewhat simple, but drink it for what it is - a simple, summertime pleasure in a glass.
Past experiences and relationships shape who we are today. That's a truth of life. So abandon this silly notion that you need to save great wines to drink later on, when you have a better idea of what you're doing. No matter what stage of winedom you're at - as long as you concentrate and focus and be fucking true to yourself - it's never a waste to experience a grand wine. If anything, your knowledge and appreciation for the good drink will increase exponentially. And some people wonder why when I do my wine dinners, I only invite certain friends? It's about an understanding that we all have, that we're being serious about food and drink, and it's not just about having a good time. Besides, wine is fucking expensive. And I'm cheap. Sorry, but this thing about any random (friend or otherwise) getting a drink out of me? Not happening.