rone | no thanks are necessary

... but i'll take `em anyway. OH ZING

Kim has already written about yesterday's feast, but, as always, she has left me one meager but prestigious task: writing about the wine (i note that taking care of beverages for our wedding was also my lone duty as groom — what can i say, it's good to be the king). So what did we have, you ask?

First off, my mother-in-law brought a half-full bottle of `03 J. Lohr Seven Oaks cabernet sauvignon (which i did not get to taste). I opened the last bottle of our `02 rosé (floral notes, a hint of watermelon) and a bottle of our `05 Prune Nouveau (that's my joke name for our plum wine, because i'm reacting against the beaujolais nouveau fad [not that i'm saying that BN is a fad — i know the tradition has been around for a while, i'm just saying that its current wave of popularity is a fad] — definitely plummy, but good character, high acid, it's gonna be really good after a couple of years of rest). I also opened a bottle of `03 Txomin Etxaniz (a slightly fizzy Basque white wine, a favorite of ours), `02 Bouchaine pinot noir (a delicious, rich, full-bodied pinot noir), and `02 RH Phillips merlot (very merloty; i got this mostly because of its screw cap design at Trader Joe's). I had chilled a bottle of Charles Krug zinfandel port, but i forgot to open it, so i'll have to enjoy it some other time.

Of course, the hottentots drank my beer (which i never got to taste so i'll have to buy another six-pack of the stuff) and went to buy more beer, leaving behind only an old bottle of Sierra Nevada pale ale and a bottle of their Gordon stinkin' Biersch märzen. Not that i should complain, really, if they don't want to drink my wine, more for me, right?