Tuesday, I was worried about the election and the economy. Well now that the government has come out with a bail out plan to save Wall Street the economy, that’s one less thing to be concerned about.

Now my biggest concern is Edie’s upcoming transplant. I had mostly put that out of mind the last couple of days, but I was reminded of it last night, when Edie indicated she can’t have any more wine, at least until after enough stem cells have been collected. That process begins Monday 9/22, and could take anywhere from one day, to several, or even more days.

As if the ritual Edie goes through every night of cleaning her Hickman Line, loading up a syringe with 900 CC’s of Neupogen, and then injecting herself with it, wasn’t enough, now we have to fore go our nightly glass of wine with dinner.

I know I’d sure be having lots of problems if I were on the other end of that needle. I’m having enough trouble just watching Edie go through it herself.

Heck, it almost makes you hanker for the good old days, when the world financial systems were on the verge of collapse.

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There’s nothing like a high intensity workout (for me it’s a bike ride) to get that horrible feeling out of your body [and mind], after drinking a little too much wine, at a friends house, the night before.

[I really need to do more of that, as having dinner and wine with friends is a great cure all to help you forget all the issues confronting you on a daily basis.  I just have to do a better job of controlling how much I drink.]

Anywaze, I didn’t get a very good nights sleep, and I certainly wasn’t in any mood to go riding this morning. Heck, I didn’t even want to get out of bed, it felt so good just lying there, but I knew I just had to, or I would feel a lot worse later in the day.

So reluctantly I got myself out of bed, and went down stairs to have my tea and hopefully some breakfast.  Of course that was a lot easier said than done, as I plopped myself down in front of the TV (I didn’t even bother turning it on), with my cup of tea close by.

It felt so good, as I watched the clock tick by.  If I didn’t get up out of that recliner soon, I might never get up, I thought to myself.

Again reluctantly, I got myself out of the chair, made myself a half an egg sandwich (at this point I was starting to run late), hurriedly finished the sandwich and my tea, and managed to get out of the house with just enough time to catch the group, provided I took a few shortcuts.

Almost immediately after getting on the bike, I felt better. My only thought at that point was catching the group, which I did without much trouble.  I even got ahead of them (remember, I had to take a couple of shortcuts), and had to slow down and wait for them to catch me.

And then, as we started the hammer zone portion of the ride, whatever lingering after affects remained of my hangover, totally disappeared, and I’m feeling so much better now.

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While I am by no means a recognized wine expert, in the ranks of Robert Parker, Alan Meadows, etc. I have always considered myself more of an authority than most, in discerning good wines from mediocre ones.  

Now while there are a few who may disagree with that characterization, and even I will admit there is a lot of subjectiveness in wine tasting, and not everyone has the same palate, or likes and dislikes, distinguishing the difference between good wines and just down right nasty wines i.e. vinegary, sour, devoid of fruit etc. should be a simple task for anyone.

But it still amazes me, just how some people can drink a glass of wine, that has left such a foul taste in my mouth, I have to spit it out, and actually rave about how much they liked it. And yesterday was a perfect example.

At least once a year, one of our wine drinking friends in Santa Monica, who has more money than he knows what to do with, and obviously more wine than any one person [or even two] could drink in several lifetimes, has a party to clear out some of his older wines.

It is extremely generous of him and his wife, as they supply all the wine, and a main course to eat while we’re tasting. All we have to do is get to their house, which from Long Beach isn’t always as easy as it sounds, and bring a side dish to serve along with the rest of the food.

For me, these events are more about the party and the socializing than the wines, as the wines are usually not that good, but it is still interesting to see how different wines from different producers hold up over the years.  And with those expectations in mind it was a great event.

For the day, our friend opened 43 bottles of wine, ranging in age from 8 to 25 years old. Don’t fret though, by no means did we finish them all. The vast majority were undrinkable.  Overall, I would say 30 to 35 were undrinkable, and 6 to 8 (mostly rhone style wines from France) were decent, and drinkable along with some food.  

But not everyone agreed with my assessment, raving about a few I couldn’t spit out fast enough.  I even went back to try one or two again, just to be sure I wasn’t wrong in my original assessment, which I wasn’t.

I’m convinced people say they like some wines, because someone else they like claims it is good, or they are just enamored with old wines thinking they are supposed to like them.  I’m not sure why, but……

Regardless, and remembering what I said earlier, wine tasting is very subjective, and we don’t all have the same palates or likes and dislikes, the party exceeded my expectations, and I enjoyed myself.  

And at the end, our gracious hosts brought out a 1994 and a 1999 Chateau St. Jean Cinq Cepages, which everyone agreed were both very good, and couple that with Tiger’s pressure putt on the 18th hole, at Torrey Pines, to send the US Open into a final round play off this morning, topped off a perfect day.

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It’s hard to believe today could be worse than yesterday, but it is.

The high today is only supposed to get to 60°F, and it’s mostly overcast, although the sun has been trying show itself on occasion.  Plus there’s a 30% chance of rain all day.

Even worse, my lower back is still hurting, and it doesn’t seem to be getting much better. It may even be worse than yesterday.

I can’t sit down for more than a few minutes at a time, so I can’t even watch TV, to pass the time away, on this miserable day.  And laying down on the bed doesn’t help much either.

The only consolation is, I picked a good week to hurt my back, as the weather really isn’t good bike riding weather.  Still I would rather be out on the bike regardless.

Oh well, sorry for boring you all with my petty complaints, but I just had to vent and get that off my chest.

Maybe going to a wine tasting later this afternoon will cheer me up some.

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As we spend our last morning in Las Vegas getting ready to head for home, I can’t help but feel somewhat disappointed in this years trip.

Oh, I don’t know! Maybe I’ve just become too finicky in my old age, and easily disappointed when things don’t meet up to expectations, especially since the Wine Spectator Grand Tour (our main reason for coming to Vegas this year) was great. We got to taste so many top wines you don’t often get to taste, including the 2003 Casanova De Neri, Tenuta Nuova Vineyard, Brunello de Montacino, and the 2004 Joseph Phelps Insignia, just to name a few.

Plus we got to see Jersey Boys, which I have been wanting to see for a long while, and by itself may have been worth the trip [IOW, I highly recommend it], so I can’t complain too much.

But I remember last years trip to Las Vegas, which incidentally was exactly one year ago this weekend, as being so much more enjoyable, and that was principally due of the choice of hotels.

Since the main reason for coming to Las Vegas this year was to attend Wine Spectator Grand Tour, being held at the Venetian, that is where we decided to stay, instead of the Wynn, where we stayed last year.

But from the moment we arrived at the Venetian, to an entranced mobbed with cars, taxis and limos dropping people off, to the private check in area (I booked the concierge level), which wasn’t all that private, to the exorbitantly long walk to get to the room, and then the same exorbitantly long walks back to everything, I just knew I booked the wrong hotel.

Oh I know, you’re probably thinking you don’t go to Las Vegas to stay in your room. You go for the shows, the gambling and the food, which were good, and even though the Venetian is a very nice hotel, with big and luxurious rooms, it’s the overall hotel ambiance that sets the stage for me, and the Venetian just didn’t measure up.

Still the trip was worthwhile, I just believe it would have been even more enjoyable, had we stayed at the Wynn.

Oh well, there’s always next year.

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It was less than a year ago, I wrote this post, warning myself about drinking plenty of water when indulging in alcohol, so you would think I would know better.

But NO, that was not to be the case, and I went on to repeat almost exactly what happened last year. The only difference being, I didn’t go for a bike ride (my knee was still hurting slightly), and went to the gym instead.

At least the dinner party went well. There was plenty of good wine, and everyone said my lamb wellington was very good.

I wasn’t totally pleased with it, because I wasn’t able to obtain the cut of the lamb I wanted, and I thought it was slightly over cooked, but I’m still going to assume they were telling the truth, and weren’t just being nice.

Besides this was my first time making wellington, and I learned quite a bit. Next time it will be even better.

I just hope the next time I remember to drink plenty of water!

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