The Connonisseurous
Alexander (my son) came home tonight for dinner to celebrate his Mom’s birthday. Arlene (ex-wife), Dennis (Arlene’s forever fiance), Alexander, and myself went to a Mexican restaurant on Route twenty-two in Bridgewater, New Jersey.
After dinner Arlene opened her presents, which also included a couple of bottles of pinote grigio from both Alexander and myself.
The bottle Alexander gave her was a brand she never buys for herself because she said it was ‘very expensive’.
To be fair, I’m that way with scotch. I won’t buy a bottle of Blue Label or Glenlivet for myself, but willing to accept on any special occasion.
“I know this is a good wine,” she said, “because I know how I feel when I wake up the next morning.”
Then she added, “But what do I know, I’m not a Wine Connoisseurous.”
And, as we know, from the Jurassic Era, the Connoisseurous was the dinosaur that went around critiquing all the other dinosaurs’ flaws.
“...those arms are way to short”
The Connonisseurous did not last long...
