We had a wine tasting – nay…guzzling – nay, just a tasting, can’t lie. Twas last Friday with my white-gloves-wearin’ friends aka Junior League small group. Good times were had; it was completely blind and we used the ‘easy’ score sheet. I had to use it for the exclamation points alone: “I don’t really care for this wine!” gets one point.
We all brought 2 bottles of the same wine and set one aside for the winnings. The people who brought the winning wine took home ALL THE BOTTLES. And we didn’t manage to rig it (damn).
Allow me to introduce you to the winning wine….
You know you have been in North Carolina too long when NASCAR table wine is the best around. Triple oy.
And you’ll notice on the sidebar, chickadees, that ‘booze’ now has its own category. I mean, if god has one… um, what?
Any of yall watch Entourage? The character Bob? “Is that something you might be interested in?” Hulu it.
Well after a very crummy day (week, month), I emailed Shane and told him I wasn’t sure what time I’d make it out of the office. His response? “I’m happy to tell you there are a dozen or so half-empty bottles of leftover wine waiting for you. Is that something you might be interested in?” Ah, that Shanester. He knows just the right thing to make a girl say ”hell yes!”
Stay tuned, because there are more stories – like how I’ll be famous by-proxy when LiLu scores a sweet gig at MTV. Follow herz on Twittah. www.twitter.com/livitluvit
Oh, and also, classless women. God why are there sooooo many classless women stories? Why are you all so foul? I hate you all.













