At the risk of exposing myself as an absolute wino, I genuinely can't remember the last time my apartment didn't have at least one bottle of the good stuff in it.
Red, white, rosé — I'm not picky. As long as I know it'll hit the spot (and it always does), I'm more than happy to pour myself a nice tall glass with dinner.
And lunch. Shh.
I know, I know. I was young and I was foolish and I preferred getting absolutely sloshed off some sickly-sweet vodka drink instead.
Not wanting to be the only one not drinking, I reluctantly decided to give a nice glass of chardonnay the chance to wow me.
And wow me it most certainly did.
Seriously, I can't get enough of the stuff. Just last night I went to my boyfriend's parents' house for dinner and they had a beautiful bottle of white sitting on the table, just for me!
Although now that I think about it, perhaps it was actually meant for everyone. Ah well.
I would just like to add one tiny suggestion, if I may: the wine bed should include a built-in straw, so it's like you're lying on a giant Capri Sun filled with the good stuff while you slurp away in total bliss.
Quick! Someone write this down!
