In my measly, seven years of drinking, I never really drank wine and don’t know a damn thing about it except that, thanks to Angus Oblong, I grew to like the red stuff after it kept me pickled for most of 2007. Now it’s magically become all I buy at the liquor store anymore. However, aside from the dry, pucker-up-your-cheeks shit, it’s all just wine to me. I can’t be bothered to even look at the labels. I just scan the tags on the shelf, looking for a buzz that will give me change on ten dollars. But, a couple weeks ago I got bored of choosing between the same three cheapos and I splurged on something a little more expensive. Not too much, though! I mean, to me, it just makes good sense to stay under twenty bucks with wine. Beyond that, I’d sooner grab a bottle of Jim Beam and write off the weekend with some attitude.

Not knowing the difference from one bottle to the next, I wandered the aisles for a bit and ended up indulging Dan Aykroyd’s ego by buying a bottle of his wine; a Cabernet Merlot, whatever that is. I didn’t settle on his brand because I’m a fan of his, but, instead, because I vaguely recalled hearing something about the guy being arrested for driving a golf cart drunk in the streets somewhere… and that’s the kind of man I can respect. I thought, maybe he was hammered on this wine of his! So, in the hopes of it leading me to a similar adventure, I bought it, drank it and, well… no such luck. Nonetheless, the point is it’s the best goddamn wine I’ve ever tasted! I just got a second bottle today, which I’m pretty sure means that by the end of the weekend I will have seen more bottoms of Dan Aykroyd’s wine bottles than I have his movies. It probably means I should venture beyond the ten dollar range a little more often, too.

Oh, yeah… and it turns out it wasn’t Dan Aykroyd in the golf cart. It was Bill Murray. I think my confusion implies that Ghostbusters is the movie I’ve seen, right?