Why am I finding out about this from the newspaper?
I'm reading the SacBee and excited to see an article that we too are Hip, since we too will have an urban winery. That was kinda exciting, since a while back I went on a CL date in Oakland with this urban vintner guy who was pretty interesting because he was one of the few guys I've been out with who could talk knowledgeably about both the grape and the almond glut in California. I don't mean to make the rest of you feel inadequate, but it is sort of nice to chat with someone who understands the Problems Facing Ag Today. I also appreciated that he was utterly unfazed by the notion that I don't like wine. I am very often told that I would like wine if I drank it regularly and I am missing out on the finer things and I should keep trying it. Not this guy. He was all "Eh. Some people don't like wine. There's a huge range of wines, so I bet there are some you would like. But if you don't miss it, I wouldn't bother hunting for it." That was also nice.
So I am up to speed on these hip urban vinter types, and was reading along in the paper that an urban winery is coming to Sacramento and like everyone who lives on the Grid, looked to see exactly where. WHAT? That is my neighborhood. Why do I not know this already, since I am possessive and gossipy about my neighborhood? Wait a minute. Why do I not know this already since I ride my bike past that location every day? Oh. Because I ride down the alley, and I did, in fact, notice all the repainting and stuff. WAIT ANOTHER MINUTE. He'll expand into the salon next door, who isn't renewing the lease? That's where I get my hair cut! WHY am I just reading this in the paper, I ASK YOU? I also address that question to my haircutter lady, who is actually really neat and doesn't force me to chat when I don't want to and gives me flattering haircuts.
I am not surprised that the salon is giving up the ghost. He never staffed all his stations. He hand-made the frames for all these giant floor-to-ceiling mirrors, probably eight feet by fifteen feet tall. But they were all canted backward, which makes the viewer look short and squatty, which is not the best look for a salon. But I picked that salon for proximity to my house and lucked into a good haircutter. Now proximity to my house just gets me some local award winning wine. I don't want some local wine, and the good urban vinter said I don't have to.
UPDATE: It is OK!! You can all relax and stop worrying. We stopped in at the new hip winery and my salon last night. My haircutter is moving, but not that far. She'll be a half-mile farther, but I'm willing to make that kind of sacrifice to keep seeing her. Breathe easy, folks. It all worked out.
So I am up to speed on these hip urban vinter types, and was reading along in the paper that an urban winery is coming to Sacramento and like everyone who lives on the Grid, looked to see exactly where. WHAT? That is my neighborhood. Why do I not know this already, since I am possessive and gossipy about my neighborhood? Wait a minute. Why do I not know this already since I ride my bike past that location every day? Oh. Because I ride down the alley, and I did, in fact, notice all the repainting and stuff. WAIT ANOTHER MINUTE. He'll expand into the salon next door, who isn't renewing the lease? That's where I get my hair cut! WHY am I just reading this in the paper, I ASK YOU? I also address that question to my haircutter lady, who is actually really neat and doesn't force me to chat when I don't want to and gives me flattering haircuts.
I am not surprised that the salon is giving up the ghost. He never staffed all his stations. He hand-made the frames for all these giant floor-to-ceiling mirrors, probably eight feet by fifteen feet tall. But they were all canted backward, which makes the viewer look short and squatty, which is not the best look for a salon. But I picked that salon for proximity to my house and lucked into a good haircutter. Now proximity to my house just gets me some local award winning wine. I don't want some local wine, and the good urban vinter said I don't have to.
UPDATE: It is OK!! You can all relax and stop worrying. We stopped in at the new hip winery and my salon last night. My haircutter is moving, but not that far. She'll be a half-mile farther, but I'm willing to make that kind of sacrifice to keep seeing her. Breathe easy, folks. It all worked out.
posted by Megan at 3:30 PM
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On the upside, there may be wine-tasting events where you can show up as the contrarian.
Despite the evidence of my baiting hippies and my tendencies to provoke my own readership, I don't go into situations intending to provoke people. It just happens to me. I would leave wine tasters alone. They are happy, right? In my former salon. And not hurting anyone. So I'd not pester them.
I'd like to try wines made from things other than grapes. I've had dandelion wine, made by, you guessed it, hippies. But not a lot of other things.
I'd like to try wines made from things other than grapes. I've had dandelion wine, made by, you guessed it, hippies. But not a lot of other things.
I've had homemade apple and cherry wine. Both were very good, though sweeter than most grape wine.
By the way, until now I never realized that there actually was such a thing as dandelion wine. I thought it was just a book title.
I think interest in alcohol is at least partly genetically determined, as most of my extended family have zero interest in it, myself included.
On the other hand, I tried some German wine recently that was so light it barely tasted of anything. I think I could get into it, but then I probably won't bother, as I can get elderflower cordial with the same taste for much less.
You know - that's pretty cool the HUV was okay with you not adoring wine....I'm the same way - with avocados. Have tried a bunch of times and still don't really like 'em all that much - unless they're in guacamole form and the guacamole has been lovingly made from a super secret recipe - then it's okay. But otherwise I look at it this way - more for my companion and the She Who Will Be My Companion will gaze upon with adoration and thanks for my gift to her of avocado and in return, she might make me some pie since it's in her genes.
Everyone has been missing the big story here:
CL date? Urban vintner? Why am I finding out about this from a post about your hairdresser?
Dude. There are periodic dates. I don't write about them because I don't want to ruin things and people deserve privacy. But that was a few months back, and we parted very amiably, knowing we wouldn't try to date. It was one of the most pleasant not-romantic dates I've had, and I really do appreciate those.
How do you grow grapes in a former hair salon?
I guess I'm supposed to read the article, huh.
Urban vinters buy their grapes. In this glut, grapes are cheap.
maybe there's another HUV?
I don't particularly have a vintner fetish. He just happened to be pleasant company and a good conversationalist who wasn't a romantic candidate. You guys are even more anxious to hook me up than I am.
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