There's hope for me yet (a beer post)

When I was about four years old, I remember trying beer for the first time.

Now, before you get all worked up and angry, keep reading......

 

My dad was a PBR fan..... yeah, it was a long time ago.

I remember sitting in his lap and he let me take a tiny sip (probably just a lick) from his can.

That day scarred me for life when it came to beer.

 

I have always said drinking beer is like drinking urine, or at least what I think urine would taste like.

 

 That is until.... a few months ago when everything changed......

 

Who knew a veteran-owned and operated microbrewery in an area full of warehouses in Manassas would change my lifelong opinion of beer?

 

 

Well, that's exactly what happened when I was introduced to Sean and Heritage!

 

 

 

As veterans and patriots, Heritage finds that they owe it to their patrons to only produce the finest beer made with the best ingredients with the same level of attention to detail and passion that they brought to serving our country. They spent hours on end thinking of ways to recycle, reuse and reduce their footprint.  All of the furniture in the brewery is made out of shipping crates and pallets and the taproom is full of repurposed items. 

"Few are willing to stand for what is right and just, no matter the cost.

Few are willing to sacrifice for their beliefs and a sense of honor.

Few are willing to forgo so that others may have.

We, at Heritage, are proud to say that we are those few."

 

Responsibility, ingenuity, quality, efficiency, community cultivation, dedication and American spirit make up the core values and culture of what drives Heritage Brewing Co. It is evident when you are there.

I'm fortunate enough to have been to Heritage three times and to help them celebrate their one-year anniversary!  During the tour, I learned so much about beer and, for a food and beverage junkie like me, it was pretty darn awesome!

 

 

I've been on a lot of wine tours and by no means know all the ins and outs but enough to get by.
It's fascinating to me. So I was very curious to see how beer was made! 

Sean believes 1) consistency is key, 2) in no filtering of beer, 3) being hands-on with the entire production, 4)being creative with new tastes and ideas and most importantly, 5) making beer that is "good for you and approachable". 

 

When Sean said he follows the philosophy of Bells, a light bulb went off in my head!

 Bells Brewery in Kalamazoo, Michigan is the only other brewery I had ever visited. It is also, up until Heritage, the only beer that I truly enjoyed (with the exception of a few pumpkin ales in October which don't really count as true beer). It all made perfect sense why I liked Heritage beer at that point!

 

 

 

Heritage's Flagship beers are each crafted with a specific theme and I have taken Sean's actual words as descriptions for each of these beers.

 

Kings Mountain is named after an overwhelming patriot victory in the Revolutionary war fought between forces of both Scot-Patriots and Scot-loyalists. A fitting name for a beer that holds an overwhelming malt filled flavor. Its robust grain bill of malted barley is at the forefront of its taste. Herbert Hoover once said of Kings Mountain, “This is a place of inspiring memories”.

 

 

It is paid for with the tolls of heroes past and present, it is the backbone that our nation has held to since its inception and it is the air that we breathe and the dreams that we chase. This IPA is our representation of the powerful American hopped pales that we all love and cherish. As we cherish the freedom we hold dear to us, let us rise our pints to those who have paid for it and those who still protect it. God bless the USA.

 

Theodore Roosevelt’s tenacious spirit and bold persona are embodied in this larger than life, hop-rich pale ale. It leads the charge with an over the top carbonated head leaving you with a stache reminiscent of our very 26th President himself. His full-bodied spirit is ever present in the mouth filling, hop bursting stampede of flavor that is the core of this beer. Made from the foundation of our style, the Teddy is one of Heritage’s first founded recipes.

 

From sea to shining sea was once only a dream. This dream became a reality thanks to a band of 33 travelers who braved the western expanse of America. Lead by two of America’s greatest expeditionaries, they traveled over the mountains and valleys, through the plains and across the rivers, building friendships and narrowly escaping death from their enemies. Starvation nearly took them, but the steadfast devotion and help of a native woman brought them to eternal glory. Let us remember the Corps of Discovery with the American Expedition, a light bodied American wheat ale. Bathed in farmers honey and spiced with ginger, it will give any traveler the fortitude and perseverance to carry on. 

 

(I like to refer to American Expedition as pretzel beer. FYI - That's a compliment.)

 

All it takes is a small spark to start a fire. All it took was one idea to start a Revolution. It was the idea of a free democracy that started the Revolution in the British Colonies we now call America. Brewed with the spark of a free nation in mind, Revolution is the beer to make everyone a believer. A malty amber ale brewed with organic oranges, Revolution gives notes of caramel and rye toast with a smooth, lingering finish. An all season favorite, this brew is sure to make you a member of the Revolution.



While I enjoy the taste of the "pretzel beer" and I was not offended by any of the flagship beers, I must say, this Tiny Wine Girl became a true fan of Heritage beer once she tasted this one:

 

OAK-AGED KINGS MOUNTAIN!!

 

This, my friends, is heaven in a bottle!

Beer, aged in whiskey barrels and then put in a wine bottle!

Genius!!

 

Everything I despise about the taste of beer disappears with this one. The whiskey barrel smoothed out the bitter aftertaste of the beer!!

When someone can make beer taste like whiskey and look like wine, I am all over it!

Yes, I even bought a bottle and have been promoting the hell out of this beer ever since!

 

In January, Heritage celebrated its one year anniversary and I was fortunate enough to participate in the celebration.

 

 

My favorite part?

Being in a room with whiskey barrels.....(along with my favorite guy, of course)

 

                      ...and being able to taste from the barrel before the beer is even ready yet!!!

 

It was "brandy-like" and extremely strong. Yum!

 

Sean always has something "up his sleeve"- some amazing concoction that he refers to as an experimental.  On the day of the anniversary, we were fortunate enough to try his latest weekend creation -  American Expedition with coco nims, vanilla and coffee. 

 

Oh Heritage, how I love thee......


One may say, that I have been bitten by the "beer bug" because a month later, I went out to Loudoun County and visited two other breweries! Of course, I stopped at one of my favorite wineries just around the corner first and then ended the jaunt with a visit to my favorite whiskey place. But there was beer in between so that counts, right?

Since 2004, Corcoran had been making wine but in 2011, they decided to branch out into the
hand-crafted beer world.
 

The girl in me loved Corcoran's glasses and the way our tasters were displayed.
  

I loved the name of the beer called, Hops the Bunny, of course, and I think I liked the Corky's Irish Red, but to be honest, I don't remember. I do remember it wasn't anywhere near as delicious as Heritage though. However, Corcoran is creating new beers all the time and each week things change, so I'd go back to keep trying! Practice makes perfect, right?

A little nugget of information I learned when leaving Corcoran - a growler fits nicely and securely in a hunting boot. If you ask me, I think it serves a better purpose as a growler boot than a hunting boot anyway.  (Booooo hunting)

Because it was right around the corner, we also decided to stop at Adroit Theory. I was warned that Adroit had a pretty dark and ominous nature so I wasn't sure what to expect. 

But once I went inside, I loved it!! It is such a unique atmosphere! Piercings and tattoos never bothered me so if you aren't going to this brewery for that reason you are really missing out!



 

Consume Life - Drink Art

Adroit Theory Brewing Company is a nano brewery specializing in esoteric brews with an emphasis on barrel aging.
 

I made an emphatic comment in the beginning of the tasting, "I don't like beer."
 

The response of my Adroit staffer was, "Let the conversion begin!"
 

He was up for the challenge.

 

Then it happened.. I found it.

 

THE beer at Adroit.

 

"She hates beer, but she tried The Devil Made Me and loves it. I win!"

 

My Adroit dude was successful and I was not mad at him.

 

 

"Inspired by the twisted acts of deranged souls, The Devil Made Me explores the themes of evil and judgment. Though the label at first appears simple, close inspection reveals that the entire background and logo are created with the mugshots of serial killers. A black bar across the rows of faces hides the eyes of the killers, and printed backwards on each bar is our slogan: consume life, drink art." 

 The Devil Made Me is a robust Porter with a thick toffee-colored head. It has a rich, roasted aroma with a hint of smoke and its taste is a smooth rush at first followed by a smoky and spice flavor coming from its smoked malt process and Serrano peppers! While there is a smooth but building heat, it definitely leaves you wanting more.

 

I also enjoyed Tenebris which smells of vanilla, citrus and a slight bit of earth along with caramel and toffee although not so much that it overwhelms the palette. The barrel aging of this beer smoothed out the sweetness of the toffee, dark cherry, figs and caramel while the oak and vanilla left a better than usual beer aftertaste which made me long for another sip.

During Medieval times, “The Shadow of the Sun” was how European Alchemists defined the Crow. It was their symbol for the blackness of despair and chaos. We see the Crow as a Life Force so powerful it can actually live off Death itself. After all, it's not Death if you refuse it…

 

While, I still prefer rum, whiskey and wine over beer, I must say my eyes have been opened and my taste buds have been awakened by these three breweries. There are still so many more to visit and experience and rest assured, I will eagerly take on that challenge! 

Beer lovers, there's hope for me yet!

"Beer.. Now there's a temporary solution."

 

-Dan Castellaneta

 

A simple heart full of joy

Sometimes all you need is a good bottle of wine to share with family and friends accompanied by delicious steak and cheese pizza and spicy wings.

 

 

It's all you need to make your heart feel good, for all to be right in your world and to forget about all of your troubles.. if only for a few hours.

 

 

 

That's what happened last Friday night.

 

 

Pure simple happiness that fills your heart with joy!

 

 

“Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

Spring is in the air and in my glass!

I love Spring. The problem is, in Virginia, we don't get much of a Spring. We get about a month if we're lucky. It's just like Fall. On average, we go from 30 degrees to 80 degrees and then 80 degrees to 30. I want a happy medium. Everyone says I should move to San Diego. No thanks. California has its own problems of which I don't want to be part.

I am not a fan of Winter at all. The snow is pretty as long as it's nowhere near me. I like seeing it fall from the sky but I don't like when it sticks. I also don't like the cold and hate the cumbersome feeling of thick, heavy clothes. I love the crisp air in the Fall when there are warm days and cool nights - just enough to wear shorts and a hoodie with sandals sitting outdoors by a fire pit or strolling along the beach.
I feel alive.


I suppose for almost the same reasons, I enjoy Spring. It signifies the ending of a long, cold, miserable and depressing winter season for me. It instantly brings me a sense of rebirth, renewal of spirit and an abundance of newfound hope. I love Easter and it ties into the beauty of the beginning of the Spring season for me. Mentally, I feel as if it's a way to start over. I feel alive.


I love flowers. I especially love Spring flowers as they are bursting up through the ground. There's nothing like seeing that first green sprouting out of the ground in the Spring.  I get excited walking out of my front door every morning and seeing something new. I love being in my garden - it's a form of therapy really. I don't spend nearly as much time in it as I want (or should) but the time I do spend tending to it is quite special.  

Two weeks ago, I saw the first signs of daffodils in my garden and it instantly brought a smile to my face. That sense of hope, renewal and rebirth instantly enveloped my spirit. A week later, I had my first daffodil bloom of the season and it gave me such hope. Not long after, my hyacinth started to bloom and just yesterday my favorite flower of all decided to show its lovely face - the tulip.

Two days ago, the temperature was 75 and sunny. Yesterday, we had a high of 48 and it was gloomy and rainy all day. Today is much of the same. But my heart still smiled because my flowers are getting the water they need to flourish. My tulips have already started to slightly show some color through their green skin and I am anxiously awaiting to see them burst into full bloom.

Imagine the scent of a rainy springtime day in April when the new flowers are just beginning to pop up out of the ground as they are awakened from a long, cold winter. The freshness of the falling rain as it seeps into the earth. The hint of sweet aromatics in the air.
 That feeling of rebirth.. that feeling of hope.. that renewal of spirit.

That scent is exactly what I was instantly reminded of when I smelled this delightful
cranberry-colored wine.

 Spring in a glass.

2013

Teutonic Wine Company

Bergspitze

"All cool climate, all the time" is the motto of native Portlander winemaker Barnaby Tuttle and his wife, Olga.  (By the way what a cool name. Barnaby Tuttle.) All of Barnaby's wines are produced from fruit where the growing season is long and cool which allows the fruit to hang longer on the vines resulting in greater complexity.  After meeting a German wine importer in 2003, Barnaby became obsessed with esoteric cool-climate wines. As a result, he set out to produce lean/low alcohol wines that maintain their sense of place and varietal structure; wines low in alcohol and high in acidity.  One of his vineyards is the highest vineyard, with an elevation of 1250ft, in the Willamette Valley. Barnaby was also given an opportunity to plant a small vineyard west of Oregon's coast range and only 22 miles from the Pacific Ocean which is considered Oregon's first coastal vineyard.

Unlike most Oregon Pinots, this wine is light and has much minerality which makes it a perfect complement to food. With no oak, spice or dark fruit flavors, the first sip of Bergspritze reminded me of a piece of watermelon-flavored Jolly Rancher candy. Just as the scent of a Spring day surprised me, so did the flavor of this Pinot. 

While Bergspitze is not a typical Willamette Valley Pinot, I definitely find it intriguing.

It is the perfect wine to embrace and usher in the start of Spring in all its wondrous glory.

 Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.

- Lao Tzu

A Spanish wine that just MIGHT be worth it

I admit it.

I don't know much about Spanish wines.

However, I do know that the majority of the ones I have tried have not turned me into the president of the Spanish wine fan club. 

 When someone says the words "Spanish wine" I always think of Tempranillo and I have never met a Tempranillo that I liked. If it's a blend with Tempranillo, then it's usually ok, but on its own Tempranillo does nothing for me.

I do recall a Spanish red from Priorat that I enjoyed a few years ago; so much so that I bought a bottle and put it my cellar to save for a special occasion.

Priorat is an area known for producing high-quality cult reds.... hmmmm... just an interesting fun fact.

A few months ago, I was told that I would enjoy "Clio" and, while it wasn't inexpensive, it was worth it. Arthur knows my taste better than anyone and has never steered me wrong. I took this Spanish red (eye roll) home, I properly stored it and decided to save it for a "rainy day".

 One evening after work, I wanted a glass of wine. A glass of red wine. A glass of really good red wine. But I only wanted one glass and I wanted to be able to drink it in comfy clothes, with my glasses on, my hair in a knot and in front of my television with the furry love of my life. 

(Perhaps I really wanted something to just drown out the horrid so-called talent on this season of American Idol. Yeah, I watch it. Don't judge.)

I took the long trip down the stairs to my in-home bar (which is still in progress but has all the necessities already) and came upon Clio was lying there smiling at me.

2012

Bodegas El Nido "Clio" Jumilla

Clio is from Spain. I tried not to let that sway me.

It is 70% Old Vine Monastrell which threw me for a minute. Monastrell? What is that?  Then I realized Monastrell is the same grape as Mouvedre and I've enjoyed Mouvedre.  Ok, I can handle this one. This grape is thought to have originated in Spain and is second only to Grenache in the number of acres of vines in the country. Clio is also 30% Cab so a little Cab is better than no Cab at all. Clio is barrel-aged in French and American oak for 22-26 months - sounds good so far. I'm intrigued.

 Clio supposedly was bold, flavorful and thick with a long decadent finish.

How could I not be excited about that description?

On the nose, I got ripe plum, blackberry and pomegranate from the thick, opaque purple-colored wine. If chocolate fruit grew from trees and I could pluck them off and eat them, then the liquid form would be Clio. On the palette was a bursting piece of fruit, with a hint of chocolate and maybe a quick pop of clove on the finish. Sounds interesting, but honestly, I wasn't getting the expected decadence or the boldness that this was wine is known for.  A piece of Ghiradelli hazelnut chocolate toned down the bursting fruit flavor and an hour later, Clio even had a bit of a licorice aftertaste.

Trying new wines is always an interesting experience to me. You never know what to expect and sometimes you are pleasantly surprised. Sometimes it's not a nice surprise. Regardless, it is always an interesting experience. I enjoy seeing how the wine changes.. with food, with chocolate, even by just sitting in a glass and opening up for an hour (the wine, not me).

With that being said, I am curious how Clio will taste when I decant the rest of the bottle one day. While the Coravin is one of the best investments I have ever made, it still isn't meant to replace the purpose of a decanter. It simply allows me to have a glass of wine when I'm not going to drink the entire bottle and it still be preserved. That, in itself, is brilliant!

Perhaps when Clio is decanted, it will show its boldness and decadent nature.

It has definite potential and I will hold out hope for this unique Spanish wine.

My dear Clio, you will live to fight another day!

We all need something to help us unwind at the end of the day. You might have a glass of wine, or a joint, or a big delicious blob of heroin to silence your silly brainbox of its witterings but there has to be some form of punctuation, or life just seems utterly relentless.”
― Russell Brand, My Booky Wook

A happy buzz

 

A "happy buzz" is when you've had just enough wine to feel different, good, courageous, empowered, and like throwing caution to the wind is the best revelation in the world. A happy buzz is not anywhere near being annihilated or falling over drunk however.  That's why it was quite ironic when the Evil Red Genius had the following to say last Friday evening during our "taste and run" at my happy place:

 

 "It's a happy buzz.. I like it when it's buzzing in here. It's a dull roar."

 

While one could possibly attribute that statement to the way we were feeling, she was simply describing the atmosphere of the wine bar. (Or was she?)

 

The short two-hour time frame that we spent at my happy place was filled with interesting wine and quotable moments.

 

From the wines on the tasting bar to the one we chose to share that evening were four

quote-worthy and unique wines!

 

2013

Legado Torrontes

Argentina

 

 

"This should be spritzed on someone........ and not in their mouth."

 

If you can't tell, we weren't fans of the Legado.  It was very perfume-y and reminded me of walking through a department store perfume counter area at a shopping mall. Hold your breath and run past the crazy woman who wants to spritz the nasty stuff on you.

This wine should not have been tasted - it should be in a mister at Macy's.

 

Cuvaison

Chardonnay

Carneros (Napa Valley), CA

 

 

The Evil Red Genius and I LOVE a stinky red wine, which you will have already realized is true if you've kept up with any of my posts over the last year or so. In fact, we've been named the "Dirty Pinot Girls" and often think the stinkier the better when it comes to red wines. It often takes one (and it did me) a while to "get past" the funky smell and actually taste the wine. Once you do, it opens up a whole new world! We have been known to get rather vocal and excited when we come upon a funky/stinky wine! It can be quite entertaining for onlookers. 

 

This Carneros Chardonnay completely blew us away!

At one whiff, we both looked at each other like something miraculous had occurred!

This wine was stinky!

Why is that miraculous, you ask?

Because we have never had a stinky WHITE wine. All of our beloved stinky wines are RED!

You would have thought we had discovered gold right there in the depths of my happy place the way we reacted.

 

It smelled like a dirty diaper that had been tossed out of a window onto the side of the highway on a 100 degree scorching day in the South! Only the two of us would get excited about a wine that smelled that way. The taste was tropical and fruity with a hint of minerality.

It would be a perfect sit-on-the-front-porch of the beach house with cheese Chardonnay this summer.

So what did I do? I bought one to save for that exact occasion!

 

 I recently found that a Swiss family bought the Cuvaison winery in 1979.

Perhaps, I need to start seeking out California wineries owned by the Swiss if they are going to make stinky white wine! Who knew the Swiss were so brilliant?

 

 2012

Tempore

Joven

 

 

Keeping with our stinky theme, the next wine is an 85% Grenache and 15% Tempranillo Spanish blend. Tempore cultivates its vineyards in a way that favors the natural cycles of the plant without using aggressive treatments.

 

Perhaps that is why one whiff of this wine, brought out this exclamation:

 

 "This smells like a dirty flower - like a marigold"

 

 I found it quite interesting that the winery's website stated that this wine is "unctuous".

When a person is unctuous, you can't trust their kindness because they usually want something in return.

 

Note to self: Never trust a wine that smells like marigolds.

 

 

 2012

If you see kay

 

 

 

Go ahead, say it again.

If. You. See. Kay.

 

Now think about what you're saying....

 

wait for it....

Yep, you got it!

 

I heard of this wine a year ago and when it showed up on the shelves at my happy place, it was gone before I could try it. Red and I wanted to try something new and we knew we wanted a red.

 Guess what just happened to be back on the shelves?

Yep - Kay.

 

Kay is a red blend with fruit selected from top vineyards in Italy. This particular vintage is made up of Cab, Petit Verdot, Syrah and Primitivo. With dominant black fruit, this cult wine smells of plum, blackberry and fig. It is fruity and tannic but with a hint of velvet and burnt meat on the end.

With a second sip, I received a rush of cocoa or perhaps milk chocolate.

 

While it wasn't the best red I've ever had and I don't think it's worth its hype, it was good.

It definitely improved with the steak and cheese pizzette.

 

 

 

Jayson Woodbridge and Chris Radomski's winemaking philosophy is one of "risk everything".

They created Kay as an image of a strong woman who embodies the principles of living life to the fullest. The tattooed woman on the motorcycle represents freedom and being true to one's beliefs. 

If she happens to start some controversy along the way, so be it!

 

Kay is a creature.

She is an embodiment of a lifestyle, a genre, a feeling in your gut.

Kay is a force of nature, a wanderer.

She represents the philosophy of "Wide open throttle or don't bother doing it at all".

She's not trying to be, she just is.

Always uncontrollable, she's wanted.

 

 We accomplished a lot in two hours and the wine selections actually made me start contemplating and analyzing a lot of things in life.
 If Kay is enjoying the ride, why shouldn't we?
Perhaps it really is all about that happy buzz.....

 



Much-needed reality check

About three weeks ago, I made a really dumb decision.

In fact, I was so angry I was in tears.

I screamed at myself the entire half-hour drive home and then when I got home, I continued to scream at myself in the mirror.  I considered locking myself in the house and never coming out again but knew that wasn't reasonable. I was supposed to go to my happy place with the Evil Red Genius but at that point I didn't want anyone to see me. I didn't even want to see me. Prowler, God bless him, still loved me and that helped. If he had shunned me I don't know what I would have done.

I, thankfully, had enough bobby pins to make myself look acceptable and off I went, in a surly mood, to pick up my friend and head to my happy place. No one was the wiser and that's exactly how I wanted it to stay.

Nothing seemed to go right that day. I was doomed. The wine that Chef Mike picked out for me (and he has never picked out one I didn't love) didn't make me happy. In fact, he offered to buy it if I didn't like it and usually when I receive that offer, I know it's going to be stupendous. Nope, I took him up on his offer and gave it back and decided on one that we had before and knew we liked. It was nice that the wine had a "V" on the label. At least the wine wasn't disappointed in me. Yet, it still didn't really make me feel any better. Mike even toasted the comes-with-your-meal bread and brought out a made-for-me dipping oil, and while it was delicious, it was going to take a lot more than food and wine to get me out of this funk. (Ya never thought you'd hear me say that, did ya?)

A few hours at my happy place was nice but when I returned home reality set in. I don't care what other people think. I stopped caring about that a long time ago. In middle school, I was treated horribly and it was arguably the worst time of my childhood.  Kids are mean and the way things are nowadays they are even meaner. No amount of bobby pins and hairspray would take away the cruel reality I was now facing though. The next day I invested in a lot of both and decided I was going to suck it up and make the best of it - or at least just not let anyone see me in this state.

The next week I had a concert to attend and the weather gods were on my side because the rain allowed me to wear a baseball hat the entire evening. Once again, I was able to hide the disaster, be considered concert-appropriate stylish and no one was the wiser.

I knew eventually, this would end though. I wouldn't be able to hide forever. About a week after the tragedy occurred, I decided to embrace my mishap. I'm not sure what made me feel this way but that Friday I showed up to work without a single bobby pin on my head. I took a deep breath, made sure I wore something that would possibly accent the new-do (and more importantly distract from it) and with my head held high, I owned this monstrosity!

People were shocked. In fact, some people didn't even recognize me. But to my surprise, people actually liked it. Were they smoking crack, I wondered? Possibly, but hopefully not while on the clock.  Were they just being nice? No, these people are brutal. They don't care about anyone's feelings. They will tell it like it is. Did it make me feel better? A little. Honestly, it was nice to hear but in all actuality, it didn't matter. I wasn't happy with it and THAT is what mattered.  My self-esteem had been crushed. My opinion of myself had been demoralized.  I knew in time it would get better but I knew it would take a lot of time before that would happen.

That night, Red and I stopped by my happy place to do the weekend wine tasting and pick up to-go food. This was going to take courage. It was the first time I had walked in there looking this way. It was a Friday night so the potential for "everyone" I know to be there was high and I really couldn't fathom getting crushed at the one place that accepts me no matter what. I was nervous yet something other than stupid bangs were going to have to keep me from being at the place that I love most! I may not be happy but I'm going to own this, I thought! No one is going to know that I'm feeling extremely defeated. I planned this! I did this on purpose! Yeah, that's it.  Embrace it!! After a little wine, I wouldn't care anyway, right? (ok, it would take a lot of wine and that didn't happen.)

Arthur was floored and in a good way. He was almost blushing and said he absolutely loved it. I had been told earlier I was chic and even sultry. Tara, who has no filter at all (which is something I love about her), couldn't understand why I wasn't over-the-moon happy with the way I looked. I swear I thought Ashton Kutcher was around the corner with television cameras. It was a matter of time before Chef Mike would come out of the kitchen exclaiming that I had been punked.  But it didn't happen.... They were sincere and it was truly heart-warming. Yet, it still didn't make everything ok.

I still went home and stuck my tongue out at myself in the mirror.

As another week went by, I still clung tight to my bobby pins and only went without them two times. One time was a Board meeting day and I knew I'd have to endure some comments but I didn't think that it would be the exciting topic of conversation that it turned out to be. However, the comments were overwhelmingly positive and often from unexpected individuals.  Again, I wore an outfit that would hopefully distract and I received comments in that regard as well (which I tended to believe more).  Still, I went home and pulled my hair back in a knot, screaming again because it wouldn't all go back in the ponytail holder anymore. Deep sigh. It was going to be a long couple of months or even close to a year before this would be anywhere near fixable.

Then it happened.......

Divine intervention slapped me across the face. 

My dad is losing his hair. Yeah, he's a man and who doesn't love a smooth, sexy bald head on a man? Men can get away with not having hair, right? Of course they can. But when you have prostate cancer that has metastasized to the bone and you're going through chemo and THAT is why you're losing your hair, it puts a whole different spin on things. Reality smacks you in the face. Even if you're feeling better. Even if the treatment is working (praise God!) and your side effects aren't as bad as they could be (although you sure do feel like complete hell most of the time), looking at yourself in the mirror and seeing your hair falling out is a harsh reality check. It is a blatant and constant reminder that you are sick and you have cancer.

What the hell am I complaining about?
It's just hair.
It will grow back.
Get over yourself, girl! 

If Dad can handle losing his hair as he battles cancer, the absolute least I can do is accept screwing up mine.