I’m all for sweet fruity drinks. Once, when I was about……(age withheld) I went to a bar that lets in kids as young as 18 in. The adults were mostly the pedophile type. Anyway, some guy kept giving me purple drinks. They were sweet as sugar and tasty as candy. I’ve been told they were either purple hooters or grape jolly ranchers. Whatever, they were good.

Well, this past Thanksgiving I took part in a lovely evening of wining and chatting with family and friends. I know, you’re shocked, right? Right. So anyway. I could NOT remember the name of either of the wines we consumed the night before when I woke up early on Friday morning to get ready to shop with mom.

But, as luck would have it, my kind friends left the empty bottle behind! And the second was brought by my mother and had just enough left for our post shopping lunch of turkey sandwiches.

I think these note pads would be super handy for those not so lucky to still have the empty bottle moments.

How funny- whether I win or not I just found my husband’s stocking stuffer. He already keeps a spreadsheet of every new beer he tries with the name, alcohol content, rating, where he bought it and if he would buy it again.

I love wine, but still know NOTHING about it! I have a wine and I just try my best to remember what the bottle looks like! I get so lost at the store…just look for the pretty bottles and hope for YUM!

I had some of the best red wine on my honeymoon but never got the name. My husband is a big beer drinker and saves the labels and writes reviews on the back.

So during my former life as an actual college student, a friend of mine got a job as a bartender at a dive bar. Being the good (supportive) friend, I went to visit him (and get free drinks). I said, “Make me something red and fruity (I know gag, right?),” so he did. It was the best thing ever. When I asked what it was called, he replied, “Singapore Sling.” Well he was wrong. I have since tried to get a, Singapore Sling, and I would just as soon drink battery acid. So, alas, to this day the red, fruity drink is a mystery.

I was at a kid’s house my senior year of high school. this kid’s parents were known to be “cool” parents because they let their kids have parties and would drink with us (now that seems very lame and very weird). while we were all sitting around my friend’s kitchen i spotted a bottle of chardonnay called ‘fat bastard” and said i’d have a glass. well apparently my friend’s mom thought i pointed to a bottle next to it and poured me a glass. i guzzled the first glass and felt light-headed, so i asked for another (this continued until the bottle was gone). needless to say i was pretty drunk and didn’t remember much the next day. when the next weekend rolled around i heard that my friend was having another get-together. i was confused why i hadn’t been told about it. i called my friend and asked if i had done something in my drunken stupor the weekend before that made him mad. he said that i had offended his mother. when i asked how he said, “well, you kept saying “can i have some more, fat ass?”. apparently, i forgot the name of the wine i thought i was drinking (fat bastard) and his mom thought i was calling her a fat ass. i explained that i was saying “can i have some more fat ass” as in, “can i have more wine.” i ended up being invited to the party but didn’t go because i didn’t want to face the kid’s mom. now, although i like it, i just don’t drink fat bastard wine around others, just in case.

So we used to have ‘girl’s weekend out’ in the family and we all went to Vegas. I was the person everyone else put up with because A)I never had much money to spend and B)I never won a single time.

Forward fast years, we live in SoCal now within driving distance of many casinos. Hubs and I visit them once or twice, but same problem. But then on opening day of the Harrah’s here, I talk him into taking off work, fighting the crowds and hitting it on opening day (cuz I heard they would have the slots “loose” to lure people back).

We lose our alloted amount and are on our way out the door, when I see a Unicorn nickel machine. I must play it. I drop in $10, he wanders off to find a drink and the lights/bells/ding ding ding goes off. Ppl congratulate me, but ITS NICKELS I can’t do the math. Finally the guy arrives and counts out my moolah: $317.50.

So we treat ourselves to dinner in the fancy steak house there. And I had the BEST glass of cab EVER. I thought I memorized it and spend the next few years trying to find it. Even called the restraunt back. All to no avail.

Still waiting to find it again. Maybe I will have to win big for it to appear again.

Thank you for helping me find some holiday gifts with the link to the KnockKnock website! I remember having a particularly fine red one night at dinner with my husband and our friends. I thought we were sharing the bottle among the four of us, but as it turned out, only my girlfriend and I were doing the drinking (I think the guys totally planned it out like that). So all I can remember is that it was red and Spanish. Ever try going to a wine shoppe and asking for a red Spanish wine? Turns out, there’s more than one of them.

It was my birthday this year. My friend brought over the BEST bottle of wine. One that she got as a suggestion from our “wine man”. Well, smartly we decided to have that one first, in case there was a second bottle opened, we wanted to be sure we were really TASTING it. (WHAT?!?!? Don’t judge, it was my birthday….and let’s just pretend a lot of people were consuming the wine and there was no keg…OK?!?!?!? ) Anyway, it was great, but the bottle got thrown out with the other “party trash” and we could not remember. We still can’t fathom explaining that to our “wine man” and so we wait…until we recognize the bottle or have a week moment at the local Wine Emporium.

And so…a toast to me…hopefully winning those lovely notepads…so that I will never again forget a good wine………or fear revealing my true unsophisticatedness (it’s TOTALLY a word) to the “wine man”