BUT HERE I AM WITH A GODDAMN HEADACHE.
I knew I had to save a glass so I could photograph the stuff in the light of day (I'm taking an online photography class called Food Photography School). Pretty slick photo, eh? Look at that nice backdrop...
Anyways, NOT THE POINT.
The point is, how could this wine give me a headache? I drank two glasses of water during the night. What is the science behind this? Does anyone know? I mean, it's pretty well gone now, since I took two ibuprofen and had some breakfast, but this hardly seems fair.
... but TO THE REVIEW.
But first, let's talk about bucket lists.
A couple days ago, Russ said he wanted to make a bucket list. He was all fired up about it and I was a jerk.
YES, I will totally admit that I can be a jerk.
He was all amped about going skiing sometime this winter or early next year, and I was all, "Yeah? what about our trip to Hawaii?" He said he wanted to go skiing in addition to going to Hawaii, and I was all, "Yeah? Us and what crazy inexhaustible mileage and money fountain?" (I didn't say it like that because I'm not really a jerk in real life, I was just playing one in this conversation... what I really said was, "Ohhhhkayyyy... um. I don't mean to be non-supportive, but this might not work out if we also want to go to Hawaii.").
He followed the whole skiing proposal with an even crazier proposal: He wants to go to Machu Pichu! WHAT? Even at my best physical condition, I couldn't climb Machu Pichu... and Russ isn't in better shape than I am. Heck, he doesn't even enjoy walking for hours, let alone climbing.
So we got in a fight.
Yep, we had a big ol' fight about how much of a jerk I was for being so negative about his dreams. As well we should have.
If someone tells you your dreams are stupid, you should fight with them. Tooth and nail, to the death. Because EFF THAT. DREAMS ARE IMPORTANT.
Needless to say, I apologized for being a jerk.
The bottom line is that I was just not supportive at all. I am not a dreamer, I'm a planner. I'm a doer. If I'm going to do something, the first thing I approach is feasibility, and this didn't sound feasible.
But it turns out, Russ didn't think about bucket lists in the same way I thought about bucket lists. He thought it was just kind of an all-encompassing list of things you wanted to do sometime, not with this huge final cut-off in mind, just to do.
My idea of a Bucket List is encompassed by the movie of the same name: The Bucket List
SIDE NOTE: It's kind of a dumb movie and it really bothers me that they hire probably two of the highest paid 50+ actors in the world, and they didn't even bother to fly them around the world for the shoot. Instead, they relied on shitty green screen and CGI. Seriously?
Whatever. Not important.
What is important is that Russ and I both started working on our actual bucket lists, which you can see on Pinterest here.
And after a day of that (among other things), we decided to watch The Bucket List.
I had polled my Facebook friends for wines to try, and one of them recommended Bogle Petite Sirah.
So here we are... at the wine review, at last (boy, are you gonna be disappointed).
I don't know that I've ever had a Petite Sirah before, so I don't know if this is standard or not, but I didn't like it. It was tangy and not at all fruity. The description says "jammy," but unless they mean "pajamas," I can't see how they'd even get "jammy."
And even after the tanginess, there's a bit of a bitter aftertaste.
I think the best use of this wine would probably be in sangria, since it would probably add some really nice tartness to what's usually a pretty sugary mix. Or cooking, maybe.
You know what it went pretty great with? Goat cheese and little toasts. Somehow the tanginess of the goat cheese and the mellowness of the little toasts worked well for this wine. I guess it might have brought out the fruit a little more, but at that point, my taste buds were kind of angry and I was just trying to pet them with cheese.
As you do.
But then there's the issue of the rotten hangover, which has slowly come back over the course of me writing this entry.
Which means I have to go drink more water and get to work.
I fought with Russ and tasted some Bogle 2013 Petit Sirah: http://t.co/neQXiYVOFZ #wine #redwine #ThirstyThursday pic.twitter.com/8LMgtEZq99— Enthusiasts (@damnenthusiasts) May 29, 2015