love the taste of wine, but I hate wine tasting. For one thing, even though I’m a diligent spitter-not-swallower, it still gets me a little buzzed, and I have no interest in being anything other than a lot buzzed. But I also don’t want to be like those tasters who spill out of limos, all red-faced and loud and looking like the kinds of people who use “hot tub” as a verb. So I’m stuck being me—someone who pretends to like sipping tiny amounts of wine, when really she wants to hunker down, alone, with a bottle.
Ha
