Don't Cry for Me

I just finished my last wine class. It's a little sad and a lot funny. Notes will be provided when I sober up and rustle up all the tasting sheets. I promise I took excellent notes. (insert cringe worthy grin here)

So, in this round of 6 weeks, 6 wines per class, I have learned a few things, which include but are not limited to the following observations:

1- I cannot type well after 8 tastes of wine, several helpings of blue cheese and one pint of Guinness.
2- Canadian sounds a lot like American when you least expect it.
3- The Irish import the worst American wines and then insult it as if it's all we can produce.
4- A Taxi home after you miss the last train only cost 3.70 if you distract the driver with both papers flying out of the car and a lot of discussion of why the papers were flying out of the car. It can save you 10-12 Euro if done properly.
5- Malbecs and anything out of Italy and Spain RULE.
6- The British really do have that dry sense of humor we see on TV.
7- Most Europeans don't know that John Denver was both a pot head and a drunk.

Ok, off to bed now. Talk to you later. Much later, I'd imagine...