Accidentally Hoarding Wine

This isn’t from the wine club. I purchased suffragist wine at a local winery celebrating the 100th anniversary of the 19th Amendment.

When I bought a house in 2016, I looked around and thought, “This house is big enough to throw parties.” Never mind that I’d dumped a narcissistic sociopath and moved to a strange city where I know nobody. In addition, thanks to that narcissistic sociopath, I dreaded making new friends… who would likely turn out to be monsters pretending to be my friend. But I figured eventually I’d become sociable.

I took advantage of an offer from Groupon: a carton of six bottles of wine shipped to my door. When the package arrived, a UPS worker knocked on my door, and I had to sign for the wine (because it’s alcohol). I later ordered another crate of six bottles of wine — same situation.

Strangely, I began receiving a crate of wine every month. The first couple times, I figured I simply didn’t remember ordering wine. I had yet to throw parties or to even have friends over at my house. The third time, I called and learned that I had signed up for a wine club. The person on the phone suggested making the deliveries quarterly instead of monthly, and I agreed.

I’ve never been that much into alcohol. A great aunt of mine was an alcoholic, which I’ve told myself is why I haven’t been as inclined to drink alcohol as other people are, except… plenty of people have alcoholic relatives. So maybe it’s because I mostly haven’t been around alcohol as much as other people…