The Red Wines

I love to drink wine. Not too much. But little by little. Most importantly, the company must be good. Very good. Over some laughter, some bitching, some discussions about life, potential investments, places to visit, everything and anything. Anything goes, as long as I'm comfortable. 

Which is why my Sean brought me out to chill out with some of his close friends awhile ago. I've met them once, when I was a 'fortnightly-visitor'. I met them again in one of the guy's house. With an architecture that is grand, with floor measurements measuring up to four levels, it was an impressive place. 

Land mass is so scarce in Singapore. I can only imagine how much that house was worth. Not to mention that luxury car. By the time I reached the top of the house at the bar counter, I was catching my breath. 

We gathered together for wine tasting, the 5 of us. Opened up four bottles ranging from SGD 80 onwards. We were taught on how to better appreciate wine. He got someone to privately come over to educate us on wine tasting earlier on, but because we were late, we missed her. 

I honestly thought the whole conversation was boring. I didn't enjoy it. Clearly, it was conversation on how to appreciate the type of red wines that didn't resonate to me at all. Perhaps I'm still too young to appreciate the so called 'finer things in life'. Or maybe I'm just happy with my simple blend of not too dry, not to sweet Merlot or Shiraz. All the finer finer details to that, I'm not interested.

And then there was this 'show off' session on the things he just recently bought. Some super branded bag which costs a fortune, probably equivalent to or more of my basic salary when I was working in Malaysia, but I have no interest to even recall the brand name. So pretentious. Ughhhh. 

Which is why I drank a bit too quickly, a bit too much, a bit too soon. By the time I got into the car, my head was already spinning. I rushed out of the car when we were probably 200 meters from home. Ugh, felt like shit, vomiting over red wine. Red wine..!!! Not even hard liquor. Damn. I'm such a failure. 

From this incident, Sean says he will never allow me to go out to drink alone at night. He saw first hand how helpless I can be. Sigh.. There goes all my potential gatherings. Sobs! But, he was a darling, my husband. He brought me home, brought me to the bathroom, stood beside me and held my waist while I brushed my teeth, helped me changed my clothes, closed the windows, on the air-conditioner, tucked me to bed, gave me a goodnight kiss, and asked me to rest. Soon after he joined me too. 

It was a random night, busy, from all the running around before that too. 

I don't enjoy the company of the rich and fakes. 

I miss my bestie, Syam Babe, Simon and the gang. We can chill over a cup of coffee or over mamak and I would still better enjoy the genuine company of my peeps much better. 

Sigh. 

Lotsa love.