Is it really wrong to sneak a wine cooler into the movies? I’m not above bringing a water bottle in my purse or the occasional iced tea, but wine? Actually, it wasn’t really even a wine cooler. It was wine with ice cubes—which were keeping the chardonnay cool. So, you could call it a cooler wine and that would describe it perfectly.
Let me start at the beginning. I’ve been suffering from jet lag, so instead of working in my office on Sunday, I decided to take myself to a movie.
Well, to be completely honest, that’s not really how it happened. What happened is that around 2 p.m. today I had a hankering for a large cold glass of white wine, but I never drink by myself. At least not in the middle of the afternoon. Or at least in the middle of the afternoon on a Sunday.
But the jet lag has my brain twisted all around and somehow I felt it was wine time. To get my mind off the wine, I decided to go to a movie. So I started to fill up my reusable water bottle with filtered water and some ice cubes.
Then suddenly my hands paused in mid-air. Wait a minute, I says to myself. If I brought the wine along to the movie, then I wouldn’t really be drinking alone as there would be plenty of people sitting all around me. Yeah, I wouldn’t be alone at all. The other people would be eating popcorn and drinking soda and how would they know that I was quietly sipping a nice 2007 Jacob’s Creek Reserve?
They wouldn’t. So I did. It was great. I slowly sipped the entire contents of my cooler wine and then I sucked on the ice cubes. Maybe too much detail on that last part.
But as Aunt Shirley, one of my Jewish (former) relatives, would have said, “What’s not to like?”
Oh yeah, at the end of the movie they played “My Sharona” by The Knack. That song is infectious and before I knew it, I was up and dancing. There was only a handful of people left in the theater. Everyone seemed amused and a few other women started dancing too. One guy even clapped and I could have sworn the person he was with said, “What’s not to like?”
And, that was pretty much the high point of my Sunday.