Inspiration for a Wednesday Night

It hasn’t stopped raining for days it feels like. Therefore, I have been stuck inside for days being subjected to both Bar Studying videos and all of these new tumblr blogs explaining how terrible bar studying is through the use of “memes” as I am told they are called. Clever as it is, I don’t feel as though a Darth Vader Shoulder-Shake accurately depicts my feelings about third year of law school. But I’m just one person. Who happens to think, enough of this already. 

Luckily, though, I have plans to venture out of the house later this evening, and wouldn’t you know that means a glass or two of wine and a chance to get dressed up. I’ve been pretty obsessed with the outfits that a few-fellow bloggers have been putting together, and being that its June, and therefore summer colors are adequate, its miserable out which pretty much opens up my entire closet.

Leandra Medine, pure brilliance.

Columbine Smille I want to be you.

chicmuse.com pure beauty

So, I’m not sure any of this works for this evening, because we are staying sort of on the outside of town, but on the other hand we are having wine before hand so I find it unlikely I make it out of the house before throwing on glitter, animal print, or just “it all to the wind” (get it) and putting on a solo-piece just so I can thoughtfully pose everywhere and think “What happens if I have to go to the bathroom?” 

I’ve been drinking a lot of wine (no Mom, not a lot of wine. Ok a lot of wine) that I haven’t been telling you about and by golly its time to catch up. Also, that gives me an excuse to pour a glass right now, even though it’s not quite 5 pm. It’s for the photo and I wouldn’t want to waste it!

The first, a light Rioja rosé from Spain. The color is what sold me on it (I like my rosés rose-y) as well as the grape combination. It’s largely a Garnacha and Viura, which is a blend of both red and white grapes. It’s easy to tell upon drinking, because it has a lot of body, but it is crisp and refreshing at the same time. I say that it’s easy,  but it wasn’t until I looked it up that I realized it included white grapes! I feel like that last sentence could use a Meme. Plus, look at the color. SO Rose-y!

The other two are French, and I don’t want to overwhelm your senses with alcohol. I’ll update you soon! It’ll be like a surprise!

When The Boys Are Away, Drink Some Rose

So I’ve mentioned them before, but if Urban Grape wasn’t already my favorite wine shop (which they are) then now they are my more favoriter wine shop. Most favoritist. Which is impossible because they are already my favorite. Anyone still reading???

In the last week or so, Urban Grape opened its selection of Roses, and Lord help me if I don’t make it over there today. Every time I go into Urban Grape I come out with a bottle of wine that tastes nothing like anything I have tried before (in a good way). T.J. and his staff have compiled such a wonderful and unique compilation of bottles and producers that it seems impossible to go wrong. In fact, I find it hard to believe there is a bad bottle of wine in there…

But lets just say there is, for argument’s sake. (Assuming arguendo as they say in the intellectual world, when trying to, oh I don’t know, say its ok for the federal government to pick your doctor or, sheesh hmmm tell you how to spend all your money…) T.J. won’t let you have it. When you walk through the door, the staff pours you a glass of wine, starts chatting and helps you discover what you like and what you might not like as much. It’s brilliant. Then, by the way they have organized their selection, through weight, rather than by region, you can kind of guess that you like a whole wall full of wines rather than just a bottle. That way, you are free to discover new wines that you can feel more confident you will like, and if you don’t feel confident, you have an expertly trained staff to backstop you. It’s brilliant.

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More to the point, rose. I cannot wait to see what is going on over there and give a few a try. Sunny weather is always my impetus for my first rose, and even though its dreary out, I’ve already had my first bottle, so that statement is irrelevant. I broke the seal as they say in frat houses. 

Which I shouldn’t be saying because the whole point of this post is that the “frat house” of sorts that I associate myself with (if you consider Ivy-league educated, future lawyers “fratty,” which let me tell you, you should) is away on a softball-and-drinking trip which gives me time to finally finish bedazzling, settle the fight with my landlord, and paint my nails with glitter.

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