Wine

This evening I was the MC for a winetasting fundraiser in Hong Kong. I did the same gig last year: a few hours standing on the top of some stairs, exhorting the wine drinking masses below to participate in auctions and lucky draws.

Wine tasting in the snow

Yesterday we had a drive to various vineyards around Wolfville. Because it's Canada and all Canadians apparently detest all other Canadians, all the vineyards were far, far away from everything else, and were almost all shut, despite large signs at the edge of the road proclaiming that they were open. Which suggests that the Canadians don't like other people enough to live anywhere near them, but are also fond of practical jokes/people getting snow inside their shoes. They're also rather obstinate - it's not a normal person, I would contend, who would attempt to make vine in the chilly climates of Nova Scotia. But then I'm not an oenophile, and anyone who calls me that will get a slap.

Garden Party

I got up early this morning to prepare for tonight, and when I say prepare, what I mean is "watch Session 9 and see if it's as scary as the trailer makes it appear". Which it wasn't, although that only took me 90 minutes to discover.

Wine, weddings, whining

Last night I went to a wedding in Macau, and while I didn't think I drank much, I had enough to destroy some part of my brain, evidenced by not being able to name what I was drinking. It was a combination of lumps of fruit, red wine and ice cubes. At the time I didn't think much of it, but it had a prodigious effect on my vocabulary. Also, a bottle of horrid red wine.

We should have known.