I’m not sure what happened at about 3:00 this afternoon, but I got hit with a taste for wine. I haven’t been drinking much lately thanks to a four day bender a few weeks ago. That being the case, I decided to indulge. Also, I t’s rotten weather and I’d rather be riding, but I can’t. So why not enjoy a tasty glass of vino.
Also, think of this as a “let’s celebrate the new job” and “let’s celebrate leaving the old job” glass of wine. All-in-all, I want it, I deserve it and doggone it, I’m gonna have it.
Here’s the thing…. I’m not sure God wants me to have a glass of wine right now. You see, God was talking to me.
I know… I know. Look… There were no voices in my head. Plus I’m not entirely convinced of the whole “God” thing anyhow. But I do believe that someone or something was talking to me. Call it fate or whatever… for the purposes of this post, I’ll call it God.
So I left work with a hankering for a big fat glass of red wine. Malbec if I’m going to be specific. There’s a wine place just down the street from my building. I walk past it every day. I thought “this will be great! I can get my wine on the way to my car!” I walk in and notice an abundance of bottles and a distinct lack of seating. Nuts… The place was a wine shop… Not a wine bar.
C’MON MAN! They had wine in the bible! What’s your deal? Fine… I work on the capital square in Madison, WI. There’s nothing if not places to drink. Back to Yelp and I choose the next closest place that lists themselves as a wine bar. I know the place as more of a fancy beer joint, but now I’m on a mission.
I start making my way there and….
The level of road (and sidewalk) construction is downright hilarious. Someone thought it would be a great idea to destroy one entire quarter of the capital square. There was a big sign saying “businesses still open” but getting there was a huge pain.
At this point, it’s clear that God didn’t want me to have a glass of wine. God was talking to me. I could have had an Old Fashioned.
But I didn’t listen.
And now I think I’ll have another one.