Wine Time

Walla Walla, Washington. Walla Walla wine. It’s fun to say and the more Walla Walla wine you drink the more you wanna say it. Walla Walla Walla Walla Walla. They do good wine here. Some may say wonderful. There are world-class wandering vineyards, and many welcoming tasting rooms. There are some real medal-winning wines and each winery has its own personality and way of doing things. But as a whole, the region’s wines fill glasses with a well of whimsy, waggish, weird, and worshipful. I’m not a wine snob. I’m just an alcoholic (functioning). I’ll drink wine out of a box. But as a Taurus, I do relish the worthy things in life and love any kind of event where I get to taste things. Lots of yummy things. Like wine. The worry is that tastings involve lots of sips and the well-argued reflection of your sips then forgetting your reflections so taking more sips. Sip and repeat. Then there is the text(s) from your hotel informing you that the wine you bought was delivered. What wine? When? Where?! Whoops.

You wile away an afternoon in your hotel room watching Die Hard, HGTV, and Harry Potter marathons, drinking Walla Walla water, and enduring the waxing and waning of bathroom visits, just to sober up, wash up, and be the Wine Warrior you were born to be. There’s more on your wine wish-list to drink. I mean taste. It’s an exhausting but worthy quest. My well-practiced wrist whirls and wafts vintage grape juice alongside the well-dressed and the well-worn trying to act as woke and well-read about wine as they seem to be. But a few sips in and I’m just a wandering wannabe (albeit witty) who’s having a wow of a time.

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