Another Day, Another Hangover

Despite my best efforts I awoke this morning with a headache. The blame falls solely on the shoulders of "The Green", where at some point last night beer was consumed. Of course this sounds like blasphemy coming from a self-proclaimed wine expert, but when one works in the wine industry one must take an occasional wine break.

Prior to walking to The Green I consumed a half bottle of 1994 Canoe Ridge Chardonnay, while a fellow Enology student finished off the other half. The wine was served at a White House dinner in 1995, and 13 years later it has the color, smell, and taste of apple juice. That was the beginning, and the end result was a headache and no appetite. Today was the last Saturday I'll have off for the foreseeable future, and I wasted my time watching college football games go all wrong.

Sitting here now watching USC vs Ohio State, I can't help but think that the majority of the 94,000 in attendance don't give a crap about football, but are merely there for the afterparty. Despite this fact I pride myself in knowing that for a split second in July of 2007 I was the closest other human to Pete Carroll in terms of location. Maybe he'll have a hangover tomorrow.