Sharing treats

This is all a metaphor for a bottle of wine. Bear with me.

When I was 6 or 7 it was obvious that having your own candybar was better than sharing a candybar with your dumb little brother. (We get along much better now.)

But around the same time I remember learning that things were fun when, or perhaps because, you did them with other people. Sliding down the banister in front of the church is fun when you have to wait your turn and everyone is laughing, sliding down the banister over and over because no one else is around pales much more quickly.

Up until recently I never opened a bottle just for myself (smferris doesn't drink wine), I only drink a glass at a time and I knew it wouldn't be as good by the time I finished it. But then I decided that it was worth it to have a glass of wine if I wanted one, it wasn't so bad the next day, and if it didn't taste good after that, well, I hadn't wasted much.

So last night, I'd bought some cheese and a baguette to snack on and I opened a bottle that I've had around for a while, 2000 Sonoma county red Zinfandel. I immediately regretted it, because this was one of those things that is better shared. It was an awesome, complex wine and I know at least 4 or 5 people who would have loved it. But it was 10:30 at night and I'm not the sort to call someone up that late and say "You've got to come over and try this wine!"

I enjoyed it, don't get me wrong, but I wished that I was sharing it.