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You’re a stronger person than I am, and you have quite the gift for crafting detail — excellent imagery! Me, I usually dealt with it by excusing myself for a moment and going and pounding half a glass of sparkling wine. It’s impossible to feel bad about the world when you’ve got bubble euphoria.

Exactly. That many is too many.

That face probably goes hand-in-hand with my customer service voice, which is approximately four octaves higher than my normal speaking voice.

He was extraordinarily dapper, though I really shouldn’t be surprised by such things.

Jason Momoa in everything please.

Ah whoops. It’s Cab who’s Elvis. Still, a pretty accurate depiction of how tastes change and how everything gets its moment in the spotlight.

Oh god, Sideways. I worked with merlot at the time, and everyone and their mom came in and would say, “No, no merlot for me.” And then they would quote that movie at me like it was the most original thing in the world. Poor merlot. As with all things, it can be good and bad, but maybe the best thing that came from it

Always good to have options. :)

I’m torn here. On one hand, the former wine-slinger in me wants to say, “Well, there’s good and bad versions of everything, even Zin,” but the Zin-hater (yes, I am one) in me is totally in agreement with you. Besides, most things that go into ultra-wide distribution tend to have a little more appeal to a broader

It totally could be that they just like to say it! It does have a certain flair, I’ll give it that.

Gah! You’re right. ZIN is always in all caps. I stand corrected. :)

You would be surprised (or maybe not) but many Big Red Drinkers really only drink one thing, regardless of the season (case in point: my dad, who does not drink white wine or eat red meat, and therefore will drink it in the summer and winter equally. The man likes his bold reds). Not that I think these dudebros were

No no, YOU the real MVP, my friend. Combining my two favorite potent potables, bourbon and bubbly?

Aaaaand now I know what I’ll be having after work today. FanTAStic idea.

(Now former) tasting host here to say that the Zin fanatics are ... probably the most enthusiastic about their grape preferences. Zin people REALLY. LOVE. ZIN. A lot. Zin people were the only ones who would come into the winery where I worked, be disappointed that we didn’t make a Zin, tell me we SHOULD, and then ask

Oof, sometimes the really simple and obvious things are the most unwieldy to explain.

A+ gif usage! Daleks will never not amuse me.

Similarly, while working in retail (winery tasting room), I would have people come in, bring their purchases to me, and be confused about having to pay California sales tax when they were from a state that doesn’t have sales tax. “But I’m from Oregon,” they might say, “so how come I have to pay sales tax?” And I would

Dying over here. Yes, really. I didn’t mention that four different types of cookies were also packaged, tied with bows, added to the boxes, which were then further tied with cute red ribbons. (Thank god he didn’t try to induct me into the bakers’ guild as well as the amateur silk screeners.) I will say this: the

You’ve been doing Bacchus’s work, my friend. The most ridiculous things I’ve had to do have been really unconnected to the job; rather they fell in that mystery 10% where anything goes. I had to do was silk-screen thank you cards for all our wine club members (I don’t know how to silk screen of course), and then write