I’m having a bad booze night. First I tried to have some beer with dinner. Elizabeth, a wonderful woman with whom we work a great deal, had met with us on Wednesday and left some fancy beers to make up for having drunk a few of ours in past meetings. I decided to try the bottle of Dunkelweizen, which I figured would be some kind of relative to Hefeweizen, a nice wheat-based beer. Well lemme tell ya, I don’t know where the weizen part comes in, but Dunkel must mean “blackberry” because this tasted like fizzy blackberry pancake syrup.
Trying to make up for this, I essayed the rest of the bottle of Syrah I had opened while cooking on Tuesday. Sadly (but predictably), it had turned.
There’s some plans to go out drinking later tonight. I think I’m scared.