July 23, 2007
Wine-Tasting:
Bar-Hopping Made Up to Look Cultural
There’s this drinking game in college that I would strongly recommend
avoiding, called the “Power Hour”. It’s not very complicated. Every
participant is required to take one shot of beer every minute for an
hour. Because the second hand on a clock gradually becomes very
difficult to follow throughout the course of the game, it is helpful to
have an officiator to count down before every minute. By the end of the
game, participants who aren’t passed out under a coffee table are
generally dancing sensually by themselves or singing to music that may
or may not be playing.
Another enjoyable excursion commonly enjoyed during the college years is
called “barhopping”. This activity consists of visiting as many bars as
possible during a short period of time and ordering at least one drink
at each one. “Hopping” between bars generally consists of a taxi ride or
walking. Visiting at least seven or eight bars and making it home before
passing out would be considered a successful outing.
As
most of us know, college students are complete idiots, which,
considering their location in the middle of academia is more than a
little ironic. They don’t drink to appreciate the finer things in life.
They drink because in college, hangovers are as celebrated as the Purple
Heart.
After graduating college and moving to California, I was happy to leave
my stupid years behind me and begin a life of a bit more sophistication.
I had escaped the era of recklessness and irresponsibility and was ready
to move on.
To
get things started, two of my refined and sophisticated new neighbors
invited my wife and me to accompany them on a wine-tasting trip to
Livermore, an increasingly renowned winemaking city in Northern
California. We had never been wine tasting before, but we both like wine
and are incredibly undiscriminating of all activities that are free. We
were both extremely excited during the ride there, laughing, chattering,
our hands hanging carelessly out the backseat passenger windows.
About five hours later, we were stumbling up the stairs to our
apartment. Five hours after that, we woke up in our bed with splitting
headaches, trying to figure out what had happened. Our neighbors were
kind enough to fill in some of the details, most of which are not
important to relate at this time.
I
finally realized that wine tasting is a sophisticated Californian
activity that flawlessly amalgamates barhopping and the Power Hour with
an interesting twist. Instead of doing shots of beer, you’re drinking
shots of wine. And instead of taking a taxi or walking, it is typical to
drive from one winery to the next.
Newcomers like me promptly realize that California has a lot to teach.
Livermore is a beautiful place to go wine tasting. It has that
old-fashioned country charm, with huge expanses of open land, long
pebble driveways and rows upon rows of grape vines in every direction.
At
any given winery, each person is offered at least five free tastes of
wine. Often the amount is more than double that, so essentially, you’re
drinking anywhere from one to two glasses of wine per winery. After
you’ve finished tasting at one winery, everyone hops in the car and
drives to the closest winery down the street. If you haven’t yet,
multiply one to two glasses of wine by whatever number of stops you
might make and you’ll understand why no one ever remembers anything
after the third winery.
Apparently, drinking too much is perfectly acceptable as long as someone
gives you a thorough description of what it is that’s about to make you
drunk. If you’re hearing strange new words like “tannins”, “oaky”, or
even “steely”, you’ll know your situation qualifies.
What I eventually learned is that wine tasting is not about
intoxication, although this is the inevitable result. It is about
learning what it takes to become truly fastidious by listening to people
who have already arrived. Once you sound like you actually know what
you’re talking about when describing a wine – which essentially means no
one understands you at all – you’re an official Northern Californian.
Perhaps the primary difference between wine-tasters and college students
is that college students are perfectly aware of their intentions to get
wasted, while wine-tasters seem to be under the delusion that they are
culturally refined.
Having been a member of both clubs, I can only hope to learn the
difference between drinking for drinking’s sake and drinking for the
taste. And if I’m incredibly fortunate, I’ll learn what it takes to
remember an entire trip to and from Livermore.
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