...On my own terms, I should say, so that I don’t end up at the place where Paul Giamatti drank the spit bucket in Sideways.
I’m so anxious to hop a plane to California this summer and make my way down from San Francisco to drink wine, but I know that I really need to educate myself some more about wine first. My husband’s best friend does winemaking at home (in his bedroom closet!), and he’s such a talker that every time I ask him to tell me about his latest creation, I get a thirty-minute lecture on the finer points of wine. So, yes, I’ve started learning. But I can’t deny that, five years ago, I was still saying “murrr-LOT” like the unrefined chick I am.
