HERE WE GO AGAIN

beware, the holidays are approaching...

In a few days, Americans from coast to coast will be attempting yet again to all get along for a few hours while ingesting shitloads of food. I also will attempt, again, to sit with my fractured and severely disfunctional family and pretend to enjoy myself while I am forgotten in lieu of the return of the original prodigal son, my brother Adam.

This year I thought I was set. Adam has been living in Germany since his last huge send off party in the spring. I thought there was no way he would be here to dominate conversation and blight me.
I was wrong.
Since he keft he has managed to get released from the Army (not honorably), fake an engagement and a wedding (to piss off my parents) to a gypsy and get deported from Germany.

Just in time for the holidays. He flies in tonight. And from what mom says, he's finnaly ready to get a job and work. (he has never managed this before). I predict he will work out a lot, get a new girlfriend and live off my parents. And have no less than 2 more parties thrown in his honor before March. No one will ask me how I'm doing (actually very well) or how my job is (awesome!) or how my new apartment is (awesome again! maybe one of you should attempt to visit it one day!)

Sorry to rant, I just know what I'm in for, again.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING to all of you! Look for "Dispatches From A Second Helping" which I will blog from the dinner table, thursday. :-)

WINE SNOBS

So last night Amelie hosted a dinner party. It was a lovely event with lots of new and interesting people. The other day I caught the movie SIDEWAYS, I suggest you all go to the theatre and see it, a real treat. In any case, the whole movie is about two men traveling through the Napa wine country for a week. And let me tell you, I want to be a wine snob. Not a real snob, just one of those people that stick their whole heads in to glasses and inhale.
Last night the 10 of us actually got into a conversation about Reisling and Port, it was exhillarating.

By 11:15 I was making comments like...
"Please, thats enough port...its a sipping wine you know"
and
"I do smell a whiff of Apricot in this Reisling...my palette is getting very sensitive to citrus"

not truly yet a bona-fide wine snob, just a barely broke woman pretending to be a wine snob.

I knew I had finnaly had enough when in honor of ODB I put on 36 Chambers and during the song "Cream" shouted out,

"RAT-A-TAT-TAT-GOES MY GAT!, WHERE'S THAT MERLOT GONE TO?"