Category: The Opposite of Wine

I had many Super-Hero Sommelier fantasies during this class. I would wander from village to village, drinking all of the wines and naming all of the varietals and their characteristics. Italian maidens with blazing eyes would set before me clay jugs of red mystery wine and steaming plates of pasta.

Middle age has made me wildly susceptible to compliments, something that must be obvious to people when they look at me. It certainly was obvious to my wife and our friend because they had me believing I was born to be a wine expert in no time.