Bottle of Red

Here I sit on a Tuesday night sipping the last glass of my April 2003 Wine of the Month. No, I haven't had a whole bottle tonight. It was actually uncorked Saturday night during the Jr. High appreciation party. I am so stingy with my wines that it pained me to open it in the first place, so there is no way that I could let it go to waste, which is how you have found me finishing off the bottle as Don showers for the show. Probably TMI. Like so many things, I just like to hord my wines. Never mind that you typically drink wine; no, I just like to see it in racks on the bar. I really want to join the Wine of the Month Club again, but I have made a personal vow to drink the wine I have before adding to the collection. The only pitfall is that in our house wine tends to multiply without warning. Actually, all alcohol tends to multiply in our house. Every time that we try to use it or give it away, people bring us more! I don't think that Don and I bought any of the Margarita machine booze that kept everyone's whistles wet for three days. It was all donation if you can believe it! And we haven't even finished it all! So much for making a dent in our collection. I don't mind the multiplication of wine too much except that all my glorious bottles of red seem to be replaced by bottles of white! I must look like a white wine person, because that is all anyone brings. Honestly, I am not a white wine fan at all. Too sweet. No, the reds are my love. I'd dare say that a good glass of Cabernet is my very favorite libation. I know that white wines are safe when you aren't sure what people like; shoot, we've pulled that one before mostly because I have so much unwanted white wine! Oh, well. I will enjoy my last glass of April 2003 (it has a real name, but I fondly refer to them by the month in which they entered my rack) to the very last drop.