Now that I'm working, I drink beer every night. Since I tend to switch-up my selections a bit, I thought it'd be fun to try my hand at a beer and wine review article.
Last night I drank about 13 beer between 8:00 PM, and 1:30 AM the following day. About 2.3 / hour? You do the math, esteemed reader. I then slept until about 8:00 AM when my little dog woke me up by jumping on my bed, and dozed-off again for an hour or so before my boss called me to work.
No hangover. If asked to self-evaluate, I'd probably gauge my performance level at about 89%. I dug like a dog, and I sweated buckets under the hot Cold Lake sun.
After work, I had a nice hot shower with a bar of Irish Spring bar soap. Ahhh.... lard, lye, and lavender! I didn't feel especially horny, so I didn't spend any extra time on twig and berries. Had a shave, put on a smart grey shirt, and headed down to the Shop Easy Food Mart for some cigarettes.
After paying for my packet of Number 7 King Size, my mind began, "Why don't you just get some beer, Blake? The booze mart is only one door down."
After mulling around the selection for a while, one of the cute young staffers asked me if she could help me find anything.
Salvation?
I didn't say that. I asked her if she knew anything about wine, and she quickly admitted that she didn't, I really appreciate that sort of mercantile honesty. When I buy a bottle of wine, I like the satisfaction of scoring a decent red for under $16.00. I'm about to open-up a bottle of "Lucky Star" California Appellation's 2012 Pinot Noir. I'm no wine expert, but I've rarely been disappointed by a Pinot Noir.
Rinsing my palette after swiftly sipping-down a half dozen McNalley's Extra ales from the Big Rock Brewery in Calgary, I think it safe to say that I'm now fit to properly taste some wine... and tell you all about it's subtleties. Here goes:
Just uncorked it. The cork was adequately moist. I think that's a good sign. Dry corks sometimes break apart, and then you've gotta deal with floating pieces of cork in your glass.BTW, it was a real cork... I'm going to let it breath for a bit while I tell you about the new song that's been stewing in my mind. It's sort of an antithesis to Loverboy's "Working For The Weekend". Maybe I'll call it, "The Weekend Works For Me" or something.
I'm no wine expert, but I think serious aficionados will let a bottle breath for a while, and even decant the shit through cheese cloth before having a sip. I'm going to go a quarter way by stepping-out for a smoke before pouring a glass. I can't afford to wait all night. My family doctor prescribed, for me, alcohol: she scribed, drink enough to pass-out every night
After my cigarette, I gargled with a salt / Ajax solution to eliminate any lingering tobacco taste. Just kidding. The wine's been breathing for almost ten minutes now, and I'm about to pour a sample's worth.
I can tell you that it smells more interesting than Gato Negro. It's flavours are somewhat elusive after the first sip, but it is definitely less robust than diesel fuel. I know this because I once had to siphon diesel fuel from a tank.
Mellow. Extraordinarily mellow. It screams mellow - but that's a typical quality of Pinot Noirs, non?
The aftertaste is ever-so slightly astringent, but I for one wouldn't hesitate to serve Lucky Star Pinot Noir at a barbecue or a swinger's threesome. I can hardly wait to finish the bottle all to myself!
For under $15.00, I made what I like to call, a good score.
No hangover. If asked to self-evaluate, I'd probably gauge my performance level at about 89%. I dug like a dog, and I sweated buckets under the hot Cold Lake sun.
After work, I had a nice hot shower with a bar of Irish Spring bar soap. Ahhh.... lard, lye, and lavender! I didn't feel especially horny, so I didn't spend any extra time on twig and berries. Had a shave, put on a smart grey shirt, and headed down to the Shop Easy Food Mart for some cigarettes.
After paying for my packet of Number 7 King Size, my mind began, "Why don't you just get some beer, Blake? The booze mart is only one door down."
After mulling around the selection for a while, one of the cute young staffers asked me if she could help me find anything.
Salvation?
I didn't say that. I asked her if she knew anything about wine, and she quickly admitted that she didn't, I really appreciate that sort of mercantile honesty. When I buy a bottle of wine, I like the satisfaction of scoring a decent red for under $16.00. I'm about to open-up a bottle of "Lucky Star" California Appellation's 2012 Pinot Noir. I'm no wine expert, but I've rarely been disappointed by a Pinot Noir.
Rinsing my palette after swiftly sipping-down a half dozen McNalley's Extra ales from the Big Rock Brewery in Calgary, I think it safe to say that I'm now fit to properly taste some wine... and tell you all about it's subtleties. Here goes:
Just uncorked it. The cork was adequately moist. I think that's a good sign. Dry corks sometimes break apart, and then you've gotta deal with floating pieces of cork in your glass.BTW, it was a real cork... I'm going to let it breath for a bit while I tell you about the new song that's been stewing in my mind. It's sort of an antithesis to Loverboy's "Working For The Weekend". Maybe I'll call it, "The Weekend Works For Me" or something.
I'm no wine expert, but I think serious aficionados will let a bottle breath for a while, and even decant the shit through cheese cloth before having a sip. I'm going to go a quarter way by stepping-out for a smoke before pouring a glass. I can't afford to wait all night. My family doctor prescribed, for me, alcohol: she scribed, drink enough to pass-out every night
After my cigarette, I gargled with a salt / Ajax solution to eliminate any lingering tobacco taste. Just kidding. The wine's been breathing for almost ten minutes now, and I'm about to pour a sample's worth.
I can tell you that it smells more interesting than Gato Negro. It's flavours are somewhat elusive after the first sip, but it is definitely less robust than diesel fuel. I know this because I once had to siphon diesel fuel from a tank.
Mellow. Extraordinarily mellow. It screams mellow - but that's a typical quality of Pinot Noirs, non?
The aftertaste is ever-so slightly astringent, but I for one wouldn't hesitate to serve Lucky Star Pinot Noir at a barbecue or a swinger's threesome. I can hardly wait to finish the bottle all to myself!
For under $15.00, I made what I like to call, a good score.
