I sink zat Israeli wine is bloody brilliant. No, seriously. Was at Israeli wine tasting session today at the Taj Mansingh and ooh, the reds that flowed. So much for my not drinking on weeknights rule, I think I'm just going to take that and toss it out of the window. (Incidentally, imagine if people could throw physical rules out of the window. There'd be piles on the streets! Kids would play with "No smoking" signs, and dogs would piss on "Thou shalt not fornicate." Ooh and imagine if there were broken rules lying about every time you broke one and didn't admit it. "Did you smoke a cigarette?" "Uh... no." But then crash at your feet would be "DON'T SMOKE" in shatters. I think it'd be kinda cool, actually)
But the evenign actually panned out more interesting than I thought it would be. There was HEAVY security at the entry though, my bag was searched, scanned and turned upside-down. But once I entered the room of the wine, it was very nice. Men in black coats kept coming up to me and offering me tall glasses with wine in them and each tray had some kinda label on it, which I pretended to read very wisely. The first two glasses were just to keep myself occupied, the third was to keep some other people company and the fourth was because this old creepy journo was hitting on me and I was feeling nervous. He kept breathing all over me and I kept backing away all the time wondering, why WHY am I attracting old men? Where are the dapper young 'uns? Why does the universe hate me?
But I met an interesting young man--a sommelier, actually (seriously, his business card read sommelier. He drinks wine for a living!)--and we had quite an animated discussion about wine and things and then since that event was wrapping up, he invited me to his next wine tasting thing at Vasant Continental. I did take a long hard look at him to see whether he was hitting on me or not, and perhaps he was flirting, but it seemed innocent enough and so I said okay, being bored and all. Within me I was filled with a sense of adventure because ooh, this was the most exciting thing I had done for a while, just took off to some place with an interesting conversationalist, when I was technically off-duty. So exciting!
(Relax, he came with credentials, we knew several people, both professionally and personally, in common. I don't just disappear with strangers.) Anyway, so we toddled on by to Tapas at the Vasant Intercontinental, where I drank Italian wine this time and bubbled merrily at people. And though Wine Guy and I were having good times, I made it pretty evident that dating anyone just wasn't in my short-term goal plan. So he flirted and I pretended like I couldn't hear him. Eventually, he got tired of the flirting with the Ice Maiden and proceeded to talk about Spanish music. So that was fun!
I felt like such a different person tonight. Usually, I go, I interview, I feel bad because of all the PYT's miiling around and so evidentally having a life that I feel horrible and like I'm wasting my entire youth talking to people who won't really matter 100 years from now. It's not like I'm doing breaking stories or making a difference, y'know. I'm a reporter for the section people read last, if at all. It's not like my being a journalist is going to afefct anyone's future, or help the poor or you know, expose the underbelly of politics. It's just... stuff. That happens. That entertains. That people spend money on. No I'm not turning into Konkana Whatsherface, and no I don't want to become a crime reporter or something, because hell, I love my job. And I'd probably suck at being a news reporter. It's just very humbling to realise every now and then, that you don't really matter in the larger scheme of things.
Anyway, so it's 1.14 am and Wine Guy has called me a couple of times already :) Nice to be single in the city and be pursued, no?