Sometimes in life you have to do things that you are uncomfortable
with. Since starting to work at the
university the wife has always wanted to attend the annual wine festival hosted
by the university’s foundation. This is
a big week long celebration in which all the activities center around wine and
food. The university brings in several
big name chefs for seminars on wine and food.
Then on the last two days they set up a huge tent, bring in wineries,
caterers, and a host of other wine-related items for a big two-day blow out
wine tasting party. The cost for each
night’s tasting is $85 a person—a little out of my league. Ever since she learned about this event she
has wanted to go. So . . . when the dean
of the College of Education (which my department falls under) offered free
tickets to attend one of the nights, I took a chance and asked for two
tickets. Lo and behold, I got two
tickets. Last night we attend the wine
festival in all of its glory.
Talk about a person out of his element . . . I felt lost and
overwhelmed at the festival. I felt way
out of place. First of all, I am not a
wine person. I am no connoisseur of
wine, fine or not. My experience of wine
is drinking whatever it is that is offered to me by the wife before we eat a
meal. But, I do know one thing about
wine—at least for me—and that is that it must have a cork and not a screw on
cap. Otherwise, wine is wine. The festival was a haven for those who love
wine, like to drink it, like to talk about it, and like to run around swirling their
wine glasses and sniffing the contents.
It was a far cry from my familiar stomping grounds of beer festivals.
Second of all, it was crowded. Being an introvert among a huge crowd of
people I did not know, I was overwhelmed with people. There were people everywhere . . . people
drinking wine . . . people eating food . . . people talking . . . people
squeezing around people-made traffic jams . . . all under a great big
tent. And, it looked like they were all
enjoying themselves! Just made me uneasy
being among all those people. I felt like
I was in WalMart . . . just a classier crowd than your typical WalMart. Everyone seemed to stop right in the middle
of the aisles talking and blocking the path for everyone. Everyone crowded in front of others even
though it was plain to see that there were lines of people waiting their
turn. Yep, just like Wally World only
classier and with wine.
Third of all, it was hard to hear. With all of those people yakking away I had a
hard time hearing anything that was being said to me. Now, I cannot blame it all on the people or
the wine. Years ago I worked building
grain bins—I was the guy on the inside with the impact wrench. It was a very loud and noisy job and way
before OSHA required hearing protection.
Long story short—I pretty much sacrificed part of my hearing to that job
years ago and it is difficult for me to hear in large crowds. Basically I spent the evening nodding my head
up and down. I have no idea what was
being said. I probably ended up agreeing
to something that I will regret later.
But, hey! There was probably
nothing important being said as the whole evening centered around wine.
My experience at the wine festival has proven—once and for
all—that I am not a wine snob. I am not
some sophisticated, well educated, well dressed and groomed individual who
basks in the glory of fine wines . . . or even has delusions of doing
that. Nope, it is just not my
element. I am a beer snob through and
through. I don’t need a fancy glass to
drink my beer as I can do that straight out of the bottle—which is something
that wine snobs frown upon. Wine is
fine, but beer is my comfort zone.
And so, I fulfilled my husbandly duty and took the wife to
the big wine festival. She had a
wonderful time as she got to sample some mighty fine and expensive wines that
we would have never been able to afford. I survived . . . I survived because it was a
wine festival. They served wine. The wine eventually took the whine out of
me. It was an educational experience and
one everyone should experience at least once in his or her lifetime. I am not sure if I will ever do the wine
festival again—even with free tickets, but if the university’s foundation ever decides
to host a beer fest . . . count me in!
At least I won’t feel out of place!
Ah, the things we do for love!
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