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It finally happened

21 May

I inadvertently had a birth year wine. Sadly much like me from the womb most of this was jettisoned into the bushes on the Warner Brother lot.

Just kidding I was a C-section child. Hence my perfectly shaped head. And all my WB movie lot experience to date has been scrambling around with a headshot trying to find whatever casting office called me in. And laughing at tourists on trams who are hoping they will see a celebrity. And last time I was there doing some contortion for a horror movie. Good times.

I had dreamt of birth year wine. I didn’t plan on this. I’m not particularly fond of Gewurtz but this one was thankfully not a lychee bomb. It was pretty damn elegant.

It found its way into my glass as I was a volunteer sommelier assisting the winemakers at Winemasters, a gigantic wine and food event held on the WB lot to benefit cystic fibrosis.

I’d already had an exhilarating night as I’d met the maker of my favorite affordable buy. Joel Peterson was there pouring Ravenswood and I FANGIRLED out. And my friends from TOP were there with beautiful Roussanne and Syrah from Paso Robles. Elena and Stanley are the best. Get your hands on their vino.

The actual event was over and I was partying onnnnn with some of the patrons I knew who had actually bought tickets–admittedly being a volunteer was part me attempting philanthropy and part me finding a way to attend. But some of these ticket holders had brought their own amazing wine collections.

I’d left the table and was snapping up cheeses and water crackers leftover at the Beverly Hills Cheese shops’ station. One of the event organizers was nearby and poured the Stony Hill into my glass. I sipped, slurped, nodded in approval and propelled was was in my mouth into the nearby bushes. Not because it was bad but because it was probably the 30th thing I’d tasted and I was headed back to the table where a 1965 Wente Pinot, a 2000 Tempier Bandol, and even more treasures were being bandied about like they were wine coolers.

But I gasped when I saw the year. Finally! A birth year wine. Now to find that birth year Port I dream of…I should volunteer more though. Rising tides lift all boats.