I do so wish I hadn't ruined myself for the taste of red wine.
As a kid, my friend and I decided to get drunk one night and the only thing around was Taylor Burgundy. Several bottles. I had gotten wasted on cheap white wine before, the 20 per cent alcohol stuff. That hangover came and went. But I drank 2 bottles of this Burgundy and then drove home, through several front yards.
I woke up in the middle of the night and had to puke. I couldn't go in the bathroom 'cause my mom would have heard me. So I climbed out my bedroom window and was out in the back yard heaving my guts out when she turned on the back porch light.
The next day, and the day after that, I was within an inch of my life, I think. Ever had the dry heaves for 36 hours? Maybe it wasn't that bad; it was a long time ago. I just know this: Any time I even smell red wine now, I get queasy.
So, now, unlike Electricsound, I am not able to sit around and swirl my red wine in my glass, pretending to be an artist. I have to swill (you can't swirl beer) my beer and realize I'm just a redneck. All because of a bad youthful decision. It could have all been so different.