For those of you who follow things amongst our worldwide group of friends, you might remember something about big ass insulators. Well, this is a big ass bottle of wine. Ginny and I like this stuff because it doesn't taste awful and it is just fine for a soiree watching movies. Besides, we drink it from old fashion glasses because they are less likely to spill in front of the TV. Now you out there who are of an engineering bent will right away notice that this package (a rectangular prism) is the most efficient way to pack goods for storage or shipping. Bottles are packed with lots of wasted space. Additionally, you will notice that bottles are packaged in a grid arrangement which is more inefficient than a hexagonal close packing arrangement (right, Carl?) Anyway, let me get back to the reason for this photo.
Ginny and I were having lunch and discussing how we might celebrate with our friend Pat who has just completed yet another master's degree in a field which she has never been employed in. I am not sure what the degree is about except that is has something to do with doctors and hospitals, which makes it immediately uninteresting to me. Let it just be said that she will soon be helping to contribute to the rise in health care costs in the US.
OK, back to the subject. Ginny suggested a nice dinner of salad and quiche. I immediately said that it should be salad and egg pie since real men don't eat quiche. She agreed that would be OK. Whew. Next she said (Freud would be proud) that we should have some "whine" with dinner. After I scraped myself off the floor I remarked that that was thoroughly appropriate for a gathering of females. Now you must understand that as an observer of female behavior, I am very familiar with the concept of a gathering for "Wine and Whine". Women love to whine about anything and everything. That is OK with me. I have never asked the question that I have been dying to ask after one of these sessions which is:"Why don't you do something about it instead of whining about it?" The answer to that (never actually stated but obvious to me) is "Because then we would have to find sometihing else to whine about." That makes sense.
Now guys have an analogous session called Bitching and Moaning or just plain B&M for short. A B&M session in my experience takes a minute or two, maybe a whole beer's worth of time, but it doesn't continue on for days during which time mega joules of electrical energy are consumed by the public telephone system. Generally, an B&M session ends with "grab me another beer" or "Wanna go watch Deadliest Catch? The new season is just starting." or "How about a quick trip to Specs?" or "Let's fry some bacon." You see, guys just don't have this innate need to prolong miserable feelings. Who needs that crap? But I am more than willing to put up with it because Ginny is discrete about it (I think that it is very considerate that she starts whispering into the phone when I pass through the room). Additionally, it makes women interesting to watch, even when they are fully clothed.
Bottom line, thank heaven for women, they make life interesting.
Very informative! I dare not try to analyze the female mind; I just do as I'm told. Just to be nit-picky...isn't the container a "Big Ass Bag Inside a "Big Ass Box" rather than a "Big Ass Bottle? One bit of data omitted from your Monologue on Everything Under the Sun was the merit or lack thereof of the (polyethylene?) plastic sack in which the wine is held. Drinking wine in a milk glass is simply not done in polite society. Thank you for sharing.
