I went to the Prez's hockey (pronounced haah-ckey) game last night... you know that place that has both alcohol and heat in the same location. Well it was a late-game - starting at 11pm - so we all met up before the game for a drink. The waitress came over and asked what she could get me. I asked her if she had wine that came from a bottle, not a box, that was nice to drink. She said she had both red and white wine from a bottle. I asked what kind of reds she had. Someone in the crowd said 'this is a haah-ckey rink bar!'. She [nervously] said that it was a Chilean red and offered to show me the bottle. I declined the offer and said I would just take a glass. It wasn't bad... a bit of tin on the nose, a bit of mud on the palate, but red nonetheless. I should have pulled what I pulled last week... taste-tested both the white and red on offer til I had managed to get a glass down before deciding!
I don't think it is too much to ask to have a decent glass of red wine while watching a hockey game. Is it just me?
About Me
- T-Lo
- After 12 years, 3 passports, 20 countries, 5 work permits, 1 permanent residence permit, countless passport stamps, 3 no-cents-to-my-name moments, 1 incident of everything-I-own being stolen, (almost) 3 university degrees, 1 bout of pneumonia, 1 sickness requiring a tropical disease specialist, 5 interesting career paths, 1 Big Leap Of Faith, 9 ridiculously long layovers, many Airplane Party Packs prepared and consumed, (only) 1 threat of arrest, 1 mild detention, dozens of rivers paddled, handfuls of mountains climbed, 4 oceans swum, a few fights fought, many animals seen, hundreds of exotic meals consumed, 47 tears shed, thousands of friends made, hundreds of thousands of memories stored and a million laughs guffawed... it is time to go home.
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