I finally left work on time today. This week has been insane with too many meetings and no down time. I got a call at some point this afternoon that a local wine shop had a box of wine bottles for me. I stopped by there on my way home to pick it up. Actually, this is a lie. Basically nothing is on my way home, so I looped through downtown, picked up the box of wine and then went home.
What? You don’t get phone calls in the middle of the afternoon telling you to come get a box of wine? Well. You should. The place I stopped by sells wine and they make pasta and sauces. It is basically nirvana for me. I ended up buying two bags of frozen ravioli. We’ll be having one of them for dinner tomorrow. Oh the decision…mushroom or caprese.
Now, how did I work it so they’d call me about picking up a box full of wine bottles? We went to a wine dinner on Monday and we ordered some of the wines we tasted. The guy who explained the wine to us works for a wholesaler. The guy who called me was at the wine dinner as the middle man. It is a pretty awesome thing. The restaurant is normally closed on Mondays and so occasionally they get together with their wine wholesalers and a local retail shop and whammo! dinner and wine is served.
The funny thing is we had so much going on after work tonight that the box of wine is still in the garage. I’m sure one of those bottles will be lovely with the ravioli tomorrow.