PROMPTuesday #25 - We Will Sell No Wine Before Its Time
Deb’s asking for drinking stories this week, alcohol-based or not. She shares a memory of her mom, who collected wine corks that had been signed by hosts/hostesses. Oh heck, go read her story. It’s sweet.
So, here’s the official assignment:
This PROMPTuesday, I thought it’d be cool if you described a lovely (or horrible, if you run that way) drink you shared with a lover/friend/enemy/etc. The drink could be wine or coffee or Jamba Juice. BUT, the drink should have been life-changing in some way. Share the story as a vignette, poem, one-liner, however you like.
And no rules. I’m way too crazed for rules. OTHER THAN:
Post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.
Hmm, a drink that changed my life? Or something like that? Okay, here goes:
As soon as I sat down at the table with him, I knew there was more going on than just a drink. We sat side-by-side, just inches apart. Within that small space, electricity jumped back and forth between us. I’d take a sip of my Jack (perfectly aged whiskey) and Coke, he’d sip his, and we’d talk. The pace was leisurely. The conversation was good. We were together.
Our eyes would shift from drinks to each other and each time we’d look into each other’s eyes, it was as if a spotlight were shining on us. The rest of the room seemed to fade into black. There were others at our table, but they gradually disappeared.
At some point, his hand brushed mine and I felt a sweet thrill run through me. Our knees would touch and I’d feel warm, almost faint with the excitement of his nearness. I don’t recall how long it was before his arm was draped across my chair, his fingers lightly stroking my back, but it felt so good, so right.
After a couple more drinks over the course of a few hours, our tablemates said their goodbyes. I’m not sure if they said anything else because I was too focused on one person and one person only. They were gone and it was just us. He leaned over and kissed me. It was sweet, gently insistent, and tasted faintly of whiskey aged for a few years before bottling. We walked slowly out of the club holding hands. We’d waited seven months for this night, this moment, and we weren’t rushing.
The best drinks are unhurried, just like the best relationships.
Oh lawdy, I LOVE those kinda drinks.
As usual, a perfectly rendered PROMPT.
Comment by San Diego Momma — October 7, 2008 @ 5:38 am
Ain’t got one (particularly like yours!). Sigh.
Unless it’s the time a friend and I were out gallery grazing and stopped for lunch and he spilled a pint of beer all over himself. Just an accident, but it was pretty funny. Not life altering though.
Comment by jan — October 7, 2008 @ 7:39 am
Deb, thank you!
Jan, gallery grazing…what a great phrase. I may have to steal it.
Comment by DaGoddess — October 7, 2008 @ 2:33 pm
Gallery grazing is one of those things I used to do when I had a social life. Never had the money to buy anything, but I love looking at beautiful and artistic things. I used to paint, but I can only copy, not come up with anything original and creative, so I gave it up and reveled in the creative works of others.
Comment by jan — October 7, 2008 @ 6:55 pm
Oh, and you’re welcome to use the phrase, so help yourself!
Comment by jan — October 7, 2008 @ 6:56 pm
I knew immediately what you meant by it and it’s a practice I love. Nothing like feeding your soul with beautiful art and building dreams…of what you’d do if you ever won the lottery.
Comment by DaGoddess — October 7, 2008 @ 9:10 pm
Lovely. Those ones are good drinks.
Comment by tinsenpup — October 7, 2008 @ 9:54 pm
yep
Comment by DaGoddess — October 7, 2008 @ 10:05 pm
Ni-i-i-ice. Steamy. intimate. Very good. you describe it so well it makes me thrill!
Comment by g — October 7, 2008 @ 10:18 pm
Thank you. And steamy, yeah.
Comment by DaGoddess — October 7, 2008 @ 10:25 pm
That was a delicious and refreshing post!
Comment by Cheri @ Blog This Mom! — October 8, 2008 @ 4:32 am
Thank you, Cheri!
Comment by Da Goddess — October 8, 2008 @ 5:27 pm
Oh, my…I need a cool drink after reading your story!
Comment by gw — October 13, 2008 @ 9:13 pm