Clearly, the Upside Down C has been on my back burner. My apologies! Since my last post, I accepted and started a new job, moved to a new city (albeit not very far away), and started writing for another blog at the new job. Please cut me some slack; my creative juices were spent! This is not to say, however, that I have not been drinking my fair share of vino.
In fact, in my new digs in Dallas, I am a few short skips from Cork, my new favorite wine hole.
At Cork, you put money on a wine-only debit card (which is awesome) and not only can you buy a great bottle, you can swipe your card at one of their computer kiosks for a glass or a taste! It’s an incredibly entertaining little wine bar…I’m a huge fan.
Anyway, cutie-pie-lawyer-boy-who-hasn’t-picked-a-blog-pseudonym-yet and I made a pit stop at Cork in route to the airport recently. We enjoyed a couple glasses of 2009 Bordeaux from Chateau Pezat. We were particularly drawn to this wine because the cool chick at Cork told us that 1) it was a great summer red and that 2) (wait for it…) it smelled like an Almond Joy. After a swipe of my Cork card and a taste of it, we were sold.
She was right. Coconut and chocolate aromas abound. Despite its visual vibrancy and aromatic potency, this is absolutely a summer vino. Surprisingly light and smooth, with a quick finish and a dash of pepper, the taste of this Pezat does not really reflect the magical Almond Joy aromas. It is kind of a strange wine, but still solidly enjoyable and complex in its journey from nose to palette to tummy.
Much like a little kid, I was hooked at the Almond Joy reference. I probably wouldn’t have tried this wine otherwise. In the same vain, I sometimes am not attracted to an artwork purely because of its aesthetic beauty, but because of some interesting contextual tidbit that has “hooked” me. In particular, I’m thinking of Wellerman’s, Mouth #11. I came across it at work researching figuration in modern art. I wasn’t impressed upon first glance, but when I started to really think about Mouth #11 in terms of figuration—or lack thereof—I see a portrait of an ambiguous, androgynous person, and I’m intrigued. Who is this cig smoker? Where is her or his face? What can we gather about her or him from lips and a smoke? What is this person’s story? Would we be friends?
As I mentioned before, I stopped at Cork before heading to the airport…I was in route to serve my bridesmaid’s duty in one of my best friends nuptials in Charlotte, NC.
So, I think a special shout-out to my beautiful and dear friend, A-Mo is appropriate: I absolutely could not be happier for you, and I am so thrilled to be a part of your celebration. Your hubby-to-be is one lucky dude to get to spend every day of the rest of his life with you. Love you (and wish y’all would consider moving to Dallas)!
I’m back in the game,