Dear Red Wine,
I remember the first time I met you. It was on September 11th 1992 - my third year in life and my mother’s birthday party.
We met on the kitchen table with a white Chardonnay and I had a choice - white or red? But of course, nobody knew that was going to drink you. I discovered both of you, but my taste-buds were neither weathered or suited for your rich tastes - and you were found down the drain while I downed half a bottle of white.
Nobody knew that for the next fifteen years I would be on the light side and I would never sip the dark again. Yet, I find the dark side to be drawing me in after I bought a mixed case from Virgin.I embrace you, dark side - but not completely.
I will be neutral.
Corinne | June 14th, 2008 at 10:22 pm
that is so cute… wow, i had no clue a person could write like that. I can totally picture it.