the weird chick

Wine and Tubs

January 10th, 2014

And a choir of angels descended from the heavens above…

So I’m 23 today. Super old, I know. To celebrate, the boy and I have gone to Canada’s wine country: Niagara-on-the-Lake. We passed dozens of little wineries on the way here. Does anyone know why there are so many wineries here? Is it just a thing people decided a long time ago just because?

I don’t like wine. I find it bitter, or sour, or just plain bad. I can do fruity wines, the ones that taste like juice and really aren’t “wine”, and cost $6 a bottle. Those are good. But if it’s available somewhere fancy, and someone would swish it around his mouth and talk of notes and the proper glass shape to allow aeration, I don’t like it. So while I came to “wine country”, I have not gone to a single winery.

Why come here at all if wine makes me sour? A good deal on a hotel room with this tub. I love this tub. I want to take it home and replace that god awful builder’s shower tub. The thirty-year-old one. The king size bed and big rain shower, the nice TV and free hot chocolate (or coffee, for people who burned away their taste buds) and the loaner beta fish are nice bonuses, but they pale in comparison to that wonderful tub. Soaker tub. With jets. Ahh. I may see if the hotel will give me the tub in exchange for my fiance.

I’m writing this while taking a break from the tub. My skin needs to rest. But only for a moment! Soon I shall once again slip into that beautiful, bubbly heaven. The older people can go wine tasting. I’m going to go take a bubble bath and celebrate surviving for 23 years.


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