Whose Wine Is It Anyway?

Everybody remembers ‘Whose Line Is It Anyway?‘ – the whacky, improv comedy show that originated in the United Kingdom. The question is, who remembers the whacky and always improvisational, never aired, but possibly recorded, and most likely found on youtube, sensation, ‘Whose Wine Is It Anyway?” Probably nobody because they had way too much wine to remember much of anything and I just thought of the title one evening while out with MyFace and her friends. As the evening of imbibing progressed, one of her friends kept drinking from her glass. “Why do you keep drinking my wine?” MyFace asked her.

 

Fair question, however, being that it was poured from the same bottle, it caused me to wonder, “Whose Wine Is It Anyway?” Her friend kept drinking from her glass and we decided to play a game we often play when drinking. In this game, we taste the wine and then try to guess the descriptors detailed on the bottle or box, we’re equal opportunity imbibers.

 

“I sense a hint of oak and maybe a little bit of pepper,” one of her friends said after tasting the wine. “Flamboyant,” another interjected. “With a hint of fruit,” said another. We checked the bottle and the only description found was a government warning: “According to the Surgeon General, women should not drink alcoholic beverages during pregnancy because of the risk of birth defects.” “Funny, I didn’t taste that at all,” I told the group.

 

These descriptions get even better when drinking some of the finer wines, like Riunite and Franzia. “This is nice. Sweet. The ice is a great touch. Truly, the perfect blend for a day full of picnics and beach runs.” “Mine is crisp, with a hint of cardboard.” “Cardboard? Really? Mine is mild, not too acidic, with a hint of plastic pouch.”

 

Regardless of the flavor, the device from which it was poured, or the glass from which we drink, we imbibe because, at the end of the day, the question is not as important as the answer. Whose wine is it anyway? If it is in my hand, it is mine. Besides, everyone knows, a glass of wine in the hand is better than two in the bush.

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