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Thread: Shit that annoys you
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06-09-2019, 09:52 PM #26376
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06-09-2019, 09:56 PM #26377
I’m assuming Malbec? Definitely rare longhorn beef.
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06-09-2019, 09:59 PM #26378
Malbec ages forever.
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06-09-2019, 09:59 PM #26379
Malbec/Cab F. Those fucking 2 bottles:
https://www.cellartracker.com/wine.asp?iWine=102606
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06-09-2019, 10:02 PM #26380
C, you have TWO bottles. Meaning even if you "waste" one you still have another. Open. Drink.
"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
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06-09-2019, 10:04 PM #26381
Well and then there’s the whole part where you quit drinking, colluding the affair.
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06-09-2019, 10:22 PM #26382
In 2000, I took a 2 hour bus ride from Mendoza central to visit Trapiche. I had met a worker from there who freelanced as a rugby official. I met him at the airport when I landed with one set of clothes and a small backpack that now would be the size of a camelback. He put me in touch with their international sales rep, Maria.
This was before Argentina or I had cell phones, so i used the old rotary from the Mendoza hostel and got in touch with her which took 3 days of notes passed between the clerk and me and Maria. I arranged a time to meet her because they stopped doing tours of the vineyard and production facilities a couple years ago.
I got up early, and the bus broke down. It took 3 hours and I was 2 hours late. But, well, the A factor.
I walked 2 miles down a dirt road during harvest season. I only passed horses and donkeys, but got to the gate. I spoke my Spanish to the guard, we shared a camel cigarette, and Maria got escorted to pick me up.
What happened after that was life changing. Those next 3 hours. 3 solo hours with glorious Maria, at Trapiche, the super private tour changed everything I thought I knew about wine. The facilities and history was massive. Standing in a 10k sq.ft. wooden wine storage structure from the 1800's and more. The grounds, the fields, everything was like ... booom, mind blow ing/
At the very end, we went to the HQ, which was this open air office/barn, about 4000 sq/ft. She asked if I desired to taste anything, and I said please, yes, the one, the Iscay. She said, no, no we cannot do that. I begged. She said she would leave for awhile and try to ask.
She came back in 20 minutes and everyone in the building got up and walked towards me. We all entered a stainless steel tasting room with perfect air and vacuum sealed, it was a lab for chirisssake.
The entire building was in there with me and her. She produced the bottle of Iscay and lined up big nosey glasses for everyone. This took almost an hour. Very formal. She uncorked it poured me a taste, then filled everyone's glass. We spun, smelled, and tasted, then ... everyone, everyone, including Maria, just melted with a ahhhhhhooo. We all smiled at each other. It was orgasmic. They had never had it.
After collecting glasses, Maria asked if I would sign the big binded leather guest book. Of course! What a gift. Please let me give you a hug.
The last name before mine to have visited was Robert Mondavi, CA, USA. And I was the last tour guest at Trapiche.
Try their wines. They are good. Trust me, like I trusted them.
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06-09-2019, 10:45 PM #26383
That was really good stuff. I could feel the awe.
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06-09-2019, 11:01 PM #26384
awesome story.
And yes, Trapiche makes good wine. I took a wine tasting class in Durango in the mid-90s, and the teacher was all about turning us onto value wines (because who in Durango at the time could afford more). Trapiche was one of the wineries she specifically mentioned."fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
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06-09-2019, 11:12 PM #26385
It's funny you posted, because believe it or not, you are part of that story. I'll spell it out on the prequel.
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06-09-2019, 11:59 PM #26386
Holy shit, finals day. If you aren't familiar, law school is not a participatory experience. Your entire grade for any class comes down to one final. One the at the end of the class. Ace it and you won't be that crying little daddy child who paid tuition to give you a shot at the top 10%. Don't show up and you're a nerd who jerks off to case books, thumbs up. One test.
Now take 4 of those. That is finals week; and the social folks have "study groups" and crap where they gather on couches and debate holdings and how many colored highlighters could glean truth from fiction on 200 years of random case law and doctrines that produce no binary line between right, wrong, and economics. Yet alone generational politics.
So, me, Danno, Stupendous Man, and the Weissassin a/k/a Weisslitz, get out of our last final and everyone is headed somewhere on the end of our brain wracking formality that is a pathetic ritual to train future lawyers.
Given that of course we are very balanced individuals, we decide to convene in our usual spot to play a gentleman's' game of pool, which of course requires that the winner always commandeers the juke box for the next round. Me: c'mon now, sinatra, Weiss: Cash, Danno: talking heads.
Games go as quick as the beers. We all suck, but equally, it's closing time, gotta get out.
Oh no, not me, I'm not done, just got that fresh passport, took that photo at the shop on Pearl St. mailed it in and have a ticket to Ar gen tina!
Also. I'm hungry.
So it's almost 3. I made it halfway up the hill and got a double feelawful with humus for the next 4 blocks. Doing my best eating pace, entering the frat zone of the hill, and there is this chick sitting on the curb crying, pretty torn up, and obviously not having the wonderful experience of padding her belly with transplanted culinary delights of absorption.
Are you OK? Hello? Are you alright? Do you know where home is?
Pout pout cry cry, she's 19 ferchirssakes. NOOOO, my friends left me. Help.
I will save you brethren and sisters from the next 3 hours. Walking every block from Broadway to 9th street in circles. What? 10 laps? Her 140 pounds across my neck and back, weaving pulling me from one side of the streets to another the entire time. Me screaming, "is this it? is this your place?". It was so much more painful because I walked by my comfy little basement illegal apartment as many times and I just wanted to crash.
Finally, I got a stern Dad voice and said, "Fuck this shit, I'm over you, sit the fuck down and give me your purse!!!".
She was so tired, wasted, and who the fuck knows, she collapsed backwards on the grass. I grabbed her purse, opened her wallet and pulled out her ID. FKNA. I looked at her address and we had walked by that every single lap. Bitch.
Picked her up, and said, I need you stand the fuck up and walk. Straight as you can. I'm getting you home. OOOOOh KKKay. It was 1 block away. I marched her up the giant front stairs and banged on the door like the pissed of guy I was. Finally a girl in PJ's came down and answered. This is your problem now, I said. I'm just doing the right thing.
My legs and brain are shot at this point, from the finals, the drinking, the hiking, the food coma, everything.
Stumbled down the stairs to my bed, to the 100' sq feet of sanity and passed the fuck out glad to survive my first year.
But, oh shit, I have to go to Argentina. But I never thought of that. Or packing, or getting to DIA, or any possible helpful logistic besides getting that drunk girl out of the rape zone.
I was fucked. But I didn't get fucked. I fucked myself. Not good, but I didn't realize that until I got up to piss. Which was at 6, which was exactly 1 hour before my flight to Ar gen tina took off at DIA, which is about a morning's hour away from downtown Boulder, with a recommended 2 hour please arrive by, coupled by being international.
I fucking shit. Literally. I sat on the shitter, and shit. I saved as much as I could that year to buy that ticket and saw it coming out of my ass. And I shit, which was good.
I called the local cab company and said I need a ride to DIA. The bus was not an option at that point. That's a big bite in my travel budget for the trip right there, but I figured if I couldn't get there, then who cares. I'm fucked.
They said they didn't have any cabs, but they could send "a driver". I said dooo it, fast.
I wiped my ass, threw a fleece and a camera in a daypack, grabbed my wallet and newly minted passport and went outside.
Holy shit, there is limo pulling up. A fucking stretch limo. He rolls down the window, a huge cloud of weed smoke wafts out and there is this blonde dreaded guy asking if I was going to DIA. Fuck yeah I am.
I said, what is your name? Corey. I said, Corey, I need something from you, and it's not weed. I need you to do something very special. What is it he says? I need you to get me to DIA. Yeah, that's what they told me. Corey, listen, I need you to get me to DIA in 30 minutes.
Whoaa. Corey. I have a hundred dollar bill here if you can get me, us, this limo, to DIA, in 30 minutes. Can you do that Corey?
Fuck yeah I can. Hold on.
And so, that began the most dangerous, hung over, close to death, contact high, ride from Boulder to DIA that could exist in history. Ending with screeching tires at the departure gate, me throwing the hundo, running down the stairs, cutting the full maze, jumping right in front of security with everyone screaming, and the gates closing on my flight to Ar gen tina.
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06-10-2019, 07:35 AM #26387
A great tale! Get your old buds from law school (Danno, etc.). And tell stories while quaffing those two bottles of Argentinian grape juice. If they’ve gone south it’ll just add to the saga.
Damn, we're in a tight spot!
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06-10-2019, 08:16 AM #26388
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06-10-2019, 09:35 AM #26389
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06-10-2019, 09:46 AM #26390
So, did you get laid in Argentina?
Forum Cross Pollinator, gratuitously strident
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06-10-2019, 09:53 AM #26391
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06-10-2019, 10:07 AM #26392"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
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06-10-2019, 10:17 AM #26393
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06-10-2019, 10:26 AM #26394
Amazon Prime fails. Especially when you pay the premium of one option over another to get the "guaranteed by whatever date" advantage. Had a job that cropped up at the last second lined up for Saturday. Couldn't find the part anywhere in town so (reluctantly) ordered it from Amazon last Thursday where it said 1-day Prime! Score! Or so I thought. Friday came around. No package. Now sweating about the job. Got a message on Saturday that the item had been delayed but was "On its way. Delivery by 9 PM." Never got the package. Here we are on Monday and now it says "Delivery by 6/15." Go to the item and it says it's in stock and can still do Prime 1-day shipping. WTF? Amazon. Just send me a new one since you obviously lost my package!!! Amazon is the shipper too, not FedEx/UPS/USPS. And yes, I've already called Amazon customer service. They gave me a few bucks in credit as a consolation prize but are pretty worthless to the cause. Grrrrr.......
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06-10-2019, 02:25 PM #26395
Arrrrggggghhhhhhh!
Trying to buy something online from a BIG established company and their web site is fubar! Says my password doesn't work so I click "forgot password" and get a window saying it's been sent only it hasn't. Not in my Inbox, not in Spam, not in Trash, not in Promotions. It is nowhere so I go through the song and dance again and still nothing. Of course by now if I try to check out as a guest I can't do that either because they note that they've sent me a temporary password which they have not.
How can big publicly traded company have such a website?“When you see something that is not right, not just, not fair, you have a moral obligation to say something. To do something." Rep. John Lewis
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06-10-2019, 02:46 PM #26396"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
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06-10-2019, 02:55 PM #26397“When you see something that is not right, not just, not fair, you have a moral obligation to say something. To do something." Rep. John Lewis
Kindness is a bridge between all people
Dunkin’ Donuts Worker Dances With Customer Who Has Autism
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06-10-2019, 03:09 PM #26398
Pretty much the same thing with bourbon. All whiskies for that matter, but it really chaps my ass about bourbon.
MTM's post (edit: the one about his perfect bottles of wine, though the night after finals was a good story) reminds me of how I bought a really nice bottle for my daughter, vintage the year she was born. When we had an occasion to open it, it was notably past it's time.
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06-10-2019, 08:31 PM #26399
Gooch is not a valid words with Friends word.
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06-10-2019, 08:46 PM #26400
Is cooch?
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