Big T

Senior Member
To those gentlemen finding themselves dragged off to attend all these beggar's bazaars by your significant others, the late, great Nancy Reagan said it best, "Just say no!" Mrs Eagle, realized a long time ago that I am an anti-social a**hole who frequently says no to such invitations...so she no longer asks if I want to attend such senseless functions, but rather, attends on her own! LOL. ;)
DW and I share a very similar disdain for these gatherings, but we're somewhat obligated to attend. Last night, I was asked if I was going to "slipshot", and I responded with a what. Again I was asked the same thing, with an explanation, of was I going to sneak off, without telling anyone I was leaving (as I did two weeks earlier at a different gathering). I replied, you're damn right, that I wasn't going to stay around for hours, risking drinking too much.

I survived yesterday and our decision today is do we take a nice fall drive somewhere to look at the changing colors of leaves or do we stay home to rake the increasing depth of leaves around our home. One of the very few benefits of COVID is driving somewhere without incidental stops, since few places are open. You're forced to look at what is abounding in nature!
 

Fading Fast

Connoisseur
To those gentlemen finding themselves dragged off to attend all these beggar's bazaars by your significant others, the late, great Nancy Reagan said it best, "Just say no!" Mrs Eagle, realized a long time ago that I am an anti-social a**hole who frequently says no to such invitations...so she no longer asks if I want to attend such senseless functions, but rather, attends on her own! LOL. ;)
We've pretty much landed in the same place where my girlfriend goes to a lot of those type events by herself and I only go to the "big" ones like weddings. As in your house, she doesn't even ask me anymore as she knows I don't want to go.

The funny thing is she doesn't like those events much either, but knows you can't maintain friendships if you don't go to, at least, a good number of them. That shower I was referring to was fifteen or so years ago and I haven't gone to another one since.

We seem to be in a nice "gap" right now in our fifties where we don't have a lot of events (or ones that I have to go to anyway - she goes to this or that one almost ever month) as our friends' kids are, mainly, too young to marry. I see a wave coming though, but I'll miss all the tangential wedding events and only have to go the wedding itself when that wave hits. Amazing that weddings now seem to have three or more "smaller" events around the big one.
 

TKI67

Elite Member
I generally dislike Chardonnay, but the Chardonnay from the Willamette Valley tastes more like white Burgundy than like the California take of "Ew! What is that WEIRD taste?!?" Had a Stoller from the Dundee hills last night. Highly recommended.
 

Big T

Senior Member
Yabbut nothing ever mayched the first sip of wine over fifty years ago. Seem to remember it being either Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill, or was it Virginia Dare? Nah, probably MD-2020.
 

FiscalDean

Super Member
Yabbut nothing ever mayched the first sip of wine over fifty years ago. Seem to remember it being either Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill, or was it Virginia Dare? Nah, probably MD-2020.
It's good you can remember your first time. I don't recall my first encounter with any sort of libation. When I was growing up, my parents owned a country store. They operated a bar on one side and sold groceries, etc. on the other side. I've been told that once when I was 2, my dad was in the grocery store and my mother was in the basement doing laundry, I went into the bar and opened every bottle in a case of beer and took a sip out of each one. Rumor has it, I fell off the back porch but I really can't confirm or deny that.
 

Big T

Senior Member
It's good you can remember your first time. I don't recall my first encounter with any sort of libation. When I was growing up, my parents owned a country store. They operated a bar on one side and sold groceries, etc. on the other side. I've been told that once when I was 2, my dad was in the grocery store and my mother was in the basement doing laundry, I went into the bar and opened every bottle in a case of beer and took a sip out of each one. Rumor has it, I fell off the back porch but I really can't confirm or deny that.
When I was 13 or 14, we had a cabin (shack) in the woods. We were able to find a guy to buy us a 12 pack of Schmidts Beer (Philadelphia based). Several of us stayed drunk for a week of that 12 pack!
 
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