It's no secret that I'm a fan of red wine. I don't keep it at home much, because I tend to accidentally turn the majority of most bottles into vinegar on the top of my fridge, something which is even more maddening than food-waste, since it's wine, but at a meal out, or a friend's party, it's my go-to beverage.
The problem with this decision becomes more obvious the more I go-to. It's the wine-lips.
You know what I'm talking about, that purpley-dark tinge around the inside of your lips and the tips of your teeth, not only screaming "lush over here," but simultaneously ugly in and of itself. You can discreetly wipe, or scrape, your mouth, you can try to contort your face in ways you're certain will keep the wine on a direct path towards your throat, no lip or tooth contact involved, but it doesn't matter - it will show up.
The biggest problem, at least for me, is that the wine-lips tend to settle in right around the start of a second glass. While I probably don't need 2 glasses, it's not exactly mega-lush territory, yet, and at a cookout or house party, it's likely to happen.
Meaning that at many of these events, I look combo-hideous, both vampyric and over-indulgent, even if I'm the most sober person in the room.
If only I liked beer.
-Posted by Jilly
Thursday, June 24, 2010
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