Grr!ness
2 and half years ago (just after Gerard broke up with me) Adam gave me a bottle of wine for christmas. It was an organically grown NSW cabernet sauvignon priced around $40. I joked that we should get drunk off of it. He told me however it was a very good wine, not to be drunk simply for it's alcoholic content. So we agreed, we would save it for a special occasion.
So I carried it to Ballarat, and then back to Geelong where it stayed in the box in my closet for a while. Realising I'd be here for a while I moved it to the wine rack just before my 21st birthday. All the while avoiding temptation to drink it when I had a craving for a nice red.
Last night on my way out I went searching for a cheap ass bottle (the majority of the wine rack fits this description) with the intention of just getting drunk off it. There are only 5 bottles in the rack. 2 of them are ports, 2 of them are sparklings and one chardonnay (which became my poison for the evening.)
...........What?
In the last year I've received 3 reds from Crown. Jeremy has given mum 2 bottles of sauvignon blanc. And my cab sav isn't up there.
...........What?
...........The?
Then I see it, hidden behind all the untouched liqueurs and vermouths a red wine bottle with cork protruding. It's my Thistle Hill Cabernet Sauvignon. With less than a third left in the bottle.
...........What?
...........The?
...........FUCK?!?!
Getting mad I start tearing through the mantle where we keep our alcohol. Port boxes concealing now emptied bottles. Once full scotch bottles almost gone. My father is seems has been hiding the extent of his drinking. But he doesn't have a problem. Today when I got back I confronted him. It did nothing, we just ended up screaming at each other because it's my fault for leaving wines in the wine rack. When it's supposed to be a fact that my parents don't drink wine. "I like a glass of red wine now and then" says Dad. Well then, I point out, what has happened to the fucking bottles of white? "What business of yours is it? They were giving to us as gifts." He doesn't have a problem you see.
Getting nowhere I figured the easiest way to solve this.
I hid his beer then used it as leverage to at least get him to pay for the wine. He threw the notes at me, so I retrieved his beer for him, throwing two of them down the laundry sink in the progress. Because he doesn't have a problem so he won't mind.
After finally getting the money, not an apology, but at least something. I take what's left of my cab sav (which Dad bitched about that it tasted like shit for what it's worth) and sampled it. It's corked. Because it's been open for three weeks and not stored properly.
:(
So I carried it to Ballarat, and then back to Geelong where it stayed in the box in my closet for a while. Realising I'd be here for a while I moved it to the wine rack just before my 21st birthday. All the while avoiding temptation to drink it when I had a craving for a nice red.
Last night on my way out I went searching for a cheap ass bottle (the majority of the wine rack fits this description) with the intention of just getting drunk off it. There are only 5 bottles in the rack. 2 of them are ports, 2 of them are sparklings and one chardonnay (which became my poison for the evening.)
...........What?
In the last year I've received 3 reds from Crown. Jeremy has given mum 2 bottles of sauvignon blanc. And my cab sav isn't up there.
...........What?
...........The?
Then I see it, hidden behind all the untouched liqueurs and vermouths a red wine bottle with cork protruding. It's my Thistle Hill Cabernet Sauvignon. With less than a third left in the bottle.
...........What?
...........The?
...........FUCK?!?!
Getting mad I start tearing through the mantle where we keep our alcohol. Port boxes concealing now emptied bottles. Once full scotch bottles almost gone. My father is seems has been hiding the extent of his drinking. But he doesn't have a problem. Today when I got back I confronted him. It did nothing, we just ended up screaming at each other because it's my fault for leaving wines in the wine rack. When it's supposed to be a fact that my parents don't drink wine. "I like a glass of red wine now and then" says Dad. Well then, I point out, what has happened to the fucking bottles of white? "What business of yours is it? They were giving to us as gifts." He doesn't have a problem you see.
Getting nowhere I figured the easiest way to solve this.
I hid his beer then used it as leverage to at least get him to pay for the wine. He threw the notes at me, so I retrieved his beer for him, throwing two of them down the laundry sink in the progress. Because he doesn't have a problem so he won't mind.
After finally getting the money, not an apology, but at least something. I take what's left of my cab sav (which Dad bitched about that it tasted like shit for what it's worth) and sampled it. It's corked. Because it's been open for three weeks and not stored properly.
:(