April 30 2008

A post inspired by the realization that you’re at a party and all of a sudden, you’re “that” guy. The wine guy that at once inspires interest and disgust. It happens without forethought, or even an ‘in place’ realization. After the fact, as you contemplate the evening, you think back and know that you’re guilty of providing too much detail-- you discussed cellar space, wine club memberships, bottle prices, climatic conditions and varietal nuance that completely goes over the head of your small talk partner. He or she just asked what you were drinking.
You’re a wine snob, and it happens so innocently.
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