Wining and Dining
I went to a friend's wedding reception in the Bay Area this past weekend (which was lovely), and now I am suffering from post-mini-vacation blues and I wanna move back to the Bay Area ennui. Not only was I pleased to be at her wedding, but I was also happy to be back in the Bay, land of BART trains and lovely breezes and excessively good food. I miss it. :( It does not help that I returned to an oppressively muggy, hot LA. Also, I think I just really like staying in hotel rooms alone. I stayed at the Waterfront Hotel in Oakland, more or less on a whim because I could get a Bay view room and I was flush with the realization that I could afford a non-motel priced room. It was a pretty smart choice, because I did enjoy waking up to the sound of seagulls and boats headed out to sea. Also a smart choice: room service breakfast. I know it is hideously overpriced, but a giant tray of breakfast foods and tea delivered to my hotel room for consumption on an overly luxurious giant bed is a luxury I am willing to pay for on a lazy Sunday morning.
Anyway, I enjoyed the wedding reception itself, despite my total failure to mingle with people I didn't know. It was relatively low-key and small: a cocktail reception at a nice restaurant on the shore of Lake Merritt, and full of that particular wedding joy. I had two glasses of red wine over the course of four hours, which was apparently enough to get me well past buzzed and into mildly drunk. Tolerance, what tolerance? I mean, I know I don't drink regularly, but I thought I could manage somewhat more than two glasses of wine without descending into the giggles and the spinny room feeling. Also, every time I drink wine, I think, "I don't really like how this tastes," and then I end up slowly but steadily drinking the entire glass anyway. I certainly am unable to detect anything close to all those notes fancypants wine drinkers can. I can basically tell you if a wine is dry or fruity or woody or whatever. A supertaster I am not.
I think I am hitting my introvert limit for dealing with people after so many weekend full of social interaction. I think I will retreat into hermitdom for all of October.
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Anyway, I enjoyed the wedding reception itself, despite my total failure to mingle with people I didn't know. It was relatively low-key and small: a cocktail reception at a nice restaurant on the shore of Lake Merritt, and full of that particular wedding joy. I had two glasses of red wine over the course of four hours, which was apparently enough to get me well past buzzed and into mildly drunk. Tolerance, what tolerance? I mean, I know I don't drink regularly, but I thought I could manage somewhat more than two glasses of wine without descending into the giggles and the spinny room feeling. Also, every time I drink wine, I think, "I don't really like how this tastes," and then I end up slowly but steadily drinking the entire glass anyway. I certainly am unable to detect anything close to all those notes fancypants wine drinkers can. I can basically tell you if a wine is dry or fruity or woody or whatever. A supertaster I am not.
I think I am hitting my introvert limit for dealing with people after so many weekend full of social interaction. I think I will retreat into hermitdom for all of October.
This entry was originally posted at http://yasaman.dreamwidth.org/410487.html, with
comments there.