Saturday, October 30, 2010

Wine, anyone?


At around half past two this afternoon, one of my officemates from accounting came down with a bottle of white wine. Everyone got a glass and had a taste. I was waiting for Venice to take a break from printing the Goshen Land plans so we could drink together, but she told me to go first. In the end, we were handed plastic cups, one-third full.

I brought the cup to my nose, trying to decided whether it would taste good or not. I’m no wine expert but I’m a picky eater. If it doesn’t smell good, I won’t put it in my mouth.

The wine tasted oh, so bittter. It wasn’t like the other white wines I’ve had, though I haven’t tasted a lot of different brands. Suddenly, I had a problem with finishing my cup. I can’t very well drink it in one gulp, because I’ve tried with a cocktail drink before and I didn’t feel good after.

A little later, when everyone became aware that I’m not comfortable drinking my share, they adviced me to just down it fast. That way I won’t be as bitter as when I take it in sips. I asked them what the point of drinking was if I wasn’t gonna be able to enjoy it? And why are they even drinking if they don’t even like the taste of it? The only other engineer there told me they drink to get wasted.

I’m pretty sure that majority of the population really don’t like bitter tastes. It something that you grow into. That’s why people say drinking is a habit. Not everyone likes it at the beginning, they just, kinda, get you used to it.

I’m a picky drinker, that I’ve proven today. I’d rather drink something that my palette will enoy or not drink at all. Drinking is usually done with a group of people, mainly intended for socializing. I was even told that I must have a boring social life since I don’t have a boyfriend and I don’t drink. Maybe, but I do enjoy my boring social life.

My personality plays with the extremes. I don’t think I’d get wasted just for the sake of getting wasted. Sure, I’d want to know how I am totally zonked, but I won’t do it passing out on somebody’s couch at dawn. If I’m gonna do it, I’ll go all out. Plus, I’m picky-everything. I’d be around people who I want to get drunk with, read: my closest friends.

It’s gonna be one of those rare moments in my life, I’d want it to be memorable.

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