Tonight was wine club night. I'm not really a member of "wine club." (I have my own personal whine club though! If you are reading this, you are a member of that one. sorry) I'm a semi-occasional participant in wine club (what happens in wine club, stays in wine club). One of the reasons that I only make it to wine club every once in a while is because the people at wine club are exceptionally and unreasonably annoying. And I have to be in a certain frame of mind to be able to deal.
Not all the people are exceptionally annoying, just a few. Actually, mostly just two. Girls.
So, sometimes, when there are a lot of people in a room, you can't make yourself be heard over the din of several different conversations. I am a loud person - even I understand this. These girls? Nope! No understanding of that concept. Every time I go to wine night I feel like I've done permanent damage to my ear drum. Seriously. There is no reason for that kind of volume, or shrieky pitch, in someone's living room.
My own personal theory on the shrieky volume problem was substantiated tonight when I found out that one of the Shrieky twins is a teacher.
Teachers are at the bottom of my list when it comes to personality types that I enjoy hanging out with. I think its because of the inherent personality conflict. I like to be (demand to be even) the center of attention - at least for a little while - at every function I go to. This is normally pretty easy because I say crazy weird things and bullshit with people. (I am totally fascinating. Admit it.) Teachers though, make a career of being the center of attention. Its just a hobby for me. Think of what it does to your personality when, five days a week, 30 little people listen to every word you say. And do what you tell them to. If people did I told them to and listened to me 5 days a week, my bitchiness and self-centerness would be difficult to rein in as well. True too for teachers.
But you know what? What works for 7 year olds doesn't work for adults (even quasi-adults like myself)
Did I mention that the annoying girls got louder as each bottle of wine was opened?
Yeah. Drunk, loud and shrieky annoying girls.
Wine club rocks.
But, I did learn something important that I'm going to pass on to you. I normally don't like Chiantis. I'm still learning what it is about wine that I like or don't like, but I stay away from Chiantis. Tonight though, I really enjoyed two of them, both of which were Chianti Riservas. A special kind (and probably more expensive) Chianti. They were more robust and flavorful. The whole room rated both of these "4 corks" (out of a possible five. They are serious dorks. I'm not lying).
So, not a terrible waste of a night. Better than curling up at 8 pm with Leroy and Arlo and watching wife swap.