If you're anything like me, you've found yourself babbling away, or listening to someone babble recklessly about their love life at some point in your life. I'm not talking about drunk-texting or drunk-dialing. I'm talking about that point during a pleasant dinner conversation when you know you feel way too comfortable and some shit's just gonna fly out of your mouth, whether anyone likes how it sounds or not. And yes, it IS possible to know exactly when that point is reached; and continue through ignoring any consequences. I call this the Truth Vent.I guess before we can jump into one of my stories, I can suggest some very good "truth serum" cheap brands I've had the pleasure of tasting. Then we can move on to the "Oh, Snap" part of the blog.
In order of my favorite, most to least:
1. Casillero del Diablo (Chilean)
Now, this brand, whether it is a chardonnay (My fav, by the way), a merlot, or a cabernet, has a recognizable and unforgettable taste. Don't ask me what it tastes like, because more than likely I will say "Nirvana." And at around no more than $8 a bottle, you can't EVER go wrong with it. Ever. Trust me.
2. Yellow Tail (Australian)
The good thing about this brand, is they actually carry really big fucking bottles. If you buy the small ones for $11-$13 a pop, you can't lose. But I'd much rather get that big jug-fucker for maybe 2 bucks more. My personal favorite is also their chardonnay, but they have shiraz that will knock the socks off my feet any random night.
3. Jacob's Creek (Also Australian, but started by a Bavarian immigrant)
You have to forgive me, as I may seem a bit biased in my preference for chardonnay.
Let me shake my head in shame, and walk away with a bottle of this absolutely captivating white.
4. .... Alright, I think I've advertised enough cheap wine. Let's get on with it.
So, one night after having dinner and one of those BIG bottles of Yellow Tail with a friend, it somehow seemed like a good idea to dial The Terrible's phone number. That's actually his name. I don't know how his mother didn't know it when she had him, lol. After being asked what was wrong and was I intoxicated, of course being under the influence of my own feelings, I let out a big long cry. There may have been things said about my personal unhapiness with the world, my love life (which quite frankly he pretty much ran at the time), my career, or lack thereof, and so forth. I recall feeling an extreme and deep sadness that I was quite clueless as to how or if I could overcome.
The phone went down onto the floor and smashed into two, maybe three big pieces. I woke up still in tears to hear loud, obnoxious knocks on my door, and my name being called out loudly by not one, but several men.
Now, when you find paramedics and police officers outside your door because the words you said to someone while rightfully wasted were misinterpreted-- to me, that's quite an exaggeration. But among all the verbal diarrhea I may, or may not have had that night, one thing remained the honest truth; and it needed to be said....
That man will always remain Terrible.
And no amendment to his words, actions or the damage he caused will ever make things right.
But aside from that "episode," yours truly can attest to having some of the best goddamn friends on the planet, whom have always positively encouraged change and to move forward. And on that particular night, I learned to appreciate the person who spent the night taking care of me, long after the embarrassment set in and faded away.
CHEERS! Now, put your fucking phones away.
