All Backed Up

I have been so tired since we got back from California, that I have not had the energy to do much of anything (except drink wine). So last night, instead of writing for this blog, I decided to look for an earlier post to re-blog instead. This was from a couple of years ago, but it could have easily been from any week we have lived in our house….

the drunken cyclist

A few days ago, I went down into the basement, as I do most nights, to contemplate that night’s bottle of wine.  I moseyed on over to where I store my white Burgundies (chardonnay) since I was making a seafood risotto that night.  As I was contemplating one of the greater ‘Wine Guy’ questions (‘Meursault or Montrachet?’), I heard a disturbing drip from around the corner.  Initially, I ignored it.  Yes, we live in a 120+ year-old house.  Yes, less than six months ago, I was shin deep in water (in the same area of the basement where I now stood) thanks to the torrential rains before and during Hurricane Irene.  Yes, it was awful.  Yes, my wife was on call and not home those nights, and yes, I was in the basement with a bucket and a prayer, trying to save my wine (not to mention the rest of the…

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About the drunken cyclist

I have been an occasional cycling tour guide in Europe for the past 20 years, visiting most of the wine regions of France. Through this "job" I developed a love for wine and the stories that often accompany the pulling of a cork. I live in Houston with my lovely wife and two wonderful sons.
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