I received a bottle of Russian wine from a friend yesterday. I immediately stuck it in the fridge [yeah I know all about the room temperature thing, but don't really care for it] and tonight I popped the cork for my first taste. It should be noted now that I'm not a cork-wine kind of girl; I buy my wine in a multi-liter box labeled 'Franzia'. Which incidentally comes in a variety of delicious flavors: White Grenache and Chillable Red being my favorite! But tonight I was drinking [am still drinking] KHVANCHKARA, a Georgian Semi-sweet red wine. It is produced and bottled in Republic of Georgia. The picture on the label is of a little fat man holding a tray of veggie kabobs and a bottle of wine [I presume]. The entire label is in Russian, however the usual disclaimer is in English [interesting]. The Surgeon General doesn't mention a damn thing about creating blogs while intoxicated so I'm thinking I'm good to go tonight!
The idea of a blog has been kicked around between a few friends of mine for several years. But you know how that goes; it's just like being back in Junior High School: "No, you do it; NO YOU DO IT; no, really you do it; AW COME ON JUST DO IT; I won't tell anyone it's you!!!" Yah.
Tonight it has finally happened. At 10pm as the sun fell completely behind the hills, I plugged in my bug zapper. I plug in my bug zapper almost every night because I know it thoroughly annoys my neighbor. She believes it is a crime to electrocute insects. I feel it is a crime to have neighbors. But there you are. I dissected the cork from my Russian bottle of wine. I say 'dissected' because it was literally removed from the bottle in tiny pieces. [Hence, one of the reasons I am not a cork-wine kind of girl; the other being affordability]. I kicked back in my imitation leather office chair and began my nightly scroll through Ebay, RV's and Campers department.
After a few glasses of sweet red wine, I began to think; as only red wine will allow me to cleverly think. I took in my bottle on the computer desk, my half empty glass, my half empty bottle of wine. I watched my cats chewing and crunching on millers and mosquitoes; victims of the blue light special Bug Zapper. I thought, "This is it isn't it?" This is 'Girls Gone Wild' for me. Does this warrant a blog? I don't know. But it sure beats the Motorhome search engine at Ebay.