Sunday, February 06, 2005

a bottle of wine

This Sunday, I had brunch with the wonderful lusty lady, followed by an afternoon at shore where I said goodbye to my dear friend Dina, knit her a hat, and drank a bottle of wine.

I met Dina volunteering at GMHC. After she went through training, she was a little nervous to begin presenting. So she co-facilitated with me. She was totally cool giving basic HIV info, but shied away from the blatantly sexual, while I was a well rounded sort, spouting off about perinatal vertical transmission and the importance of lube when using dental dams for eating pussy or rimming. Dina is now off to Mozambique for further work in the HIV world. The girl is making a big difference. We are proud. And I am drunk.

This is the first time I have drank (or is it drunken?) a bottle of wine. By myself in one night, anyway. Brings back memories.

When I graduated from high school, I tagged along with my father on a business trip to Belgium. He had meetings all week, so my mother and I hung out and bonded. As I had just turned 18 and was headed for college, she made it her mission to help me find a drink I enjoyed. We would have several drinks at each restaurant followed by one or two bars, each evening.

One evening we went to a restaurant she referred to as "the lobster man two" (a favorite of her and my father's). We ordered a bottle of white wine with the meal. I didn't like the first sip, so she had the bottle to herself. And she drank it. While I was leading her through the cobbled streets back to our hotel she leans over to me and says, "Janie. You know what you need? You need to find a guy… Preferably somewhere near your age… And you need to just screw around."

Sage advice. Which I followed. Though not necessarily with one guy. Not necessarily near my age. And not necessarily a guy at all. But at least I managed the screwing around part. And now I can handle the bottle of wine as well.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Are you sure you haven't posted this story about your mother before? I *know* I've read it before. My sense of deja vu is absolutely overwhelming.

- Amber

2/06/2005 9:30 PM  
Blogger Jane Vincent said...

it's quite possible. after all, i have had a bottle of wine.

2/06/2005 10:08 PM  
Blogger Garrison Steelle said...

Sounds like a relaxing sort of day. Peaceful.


2/06/2005 11:24 PM  

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