Notable Quotes: August 2018: Part One #pinterest #quotes #notablequotes


Happy August! Here’s some Wine and Words too soothe your soul and make you laugh. If you’re like me, most wine you’re having in summer is in your sangria, but a sweet bottle of Rose, Red, or hey, even Red, is wonderful chilled in the summer evening.

Hoping everyone’s been enjoying themselves if you’re off on summer vacation or break, and if you’re in the middle of another season, I hope you’re enjoying some cooler weather as in some places (Australia or Italy for example), summer can be miserably hot.


I’m off to my first Writer’s Conference in a week or so, and I’m excited to be among Writer-folk in person for a bit, and not only online. I enjoy both, but a change of scenery is nice, as is spending some time with a great friend, Psychologist, and Steeped Tea Sipologist. Also, back to house sit and chill with my puppy-friend Jenga, while her owners are away a few days before the conference!


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Maydays: NonFiction- One Sip #Maydays


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Thank you to C.L. Kaley for hosting #Mayday prompts. Today’s prompt is a dating story. 


 

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“What are you having?” I asked Az.

“Oh um, nothing too big. I think I will have the calamari starter.”

“Oh gross, seafood. Especially calamari, it’s so rubbery.” I told Az.

“Mmm, I love it. What are you having?”

“I think I’ll have the usual.” I said and Az rolls his eyes but smiles.

“This is my first Valentine’s date you know. I’ve never been out with a guy on Valentine’s before.”

“Oh is it?” Az says smiling.

“No. I haven’t. Here try a bit of my drink it’s yummy.” Az sips the drink and I panic instantly.

I wasn’t thinking. Az is drinking my alcoholic drink and he’s a Muslim who doesn’t drink alcohol. I hope he’s not mad. One sip of Sangria won’t hurt him right?

“This tastes like alcohol,” Az says and he’s angry.

“I’m sorry I forgot. The sangria is delicious here. I’m in the habit of sharing a drink with a friend or family member if it tastes good. I didn’t mean to make you drink it.”

“You know I don’t drink.” Az replies.

“I’m sorry.” I tell him meaning it. But he doesn’t accept my apology.

He spends the next fifteen minutes brooding and giving me angry scowls. I didn’t think one sip of alcohol was that big of a deal religiously.

But for the next half-hour, Az is curt and rude. He says he’s not feeling well when I ask him what’s wrong. Az says he has a killer headache and wants to go home. He’s lying.

The waitress arrives arrives to apologize for our food being late. Az looks at me and I sigh and ask the waitress, “Can we please have our food to go. My boyfriend isn’t feeling well.”

“Yeah sure,” the waitress says. Five minutes later, I have our food packed up in a bag and we are heading back to my house. Az is driving as fast as he can.I don’t understand how he is so upset over one tiny sip.

“Are you okay?” I ask him.

“Do you think I’m okay? You gave me alcohol. I’m not allowed to drink alcohol.” Az says angrily.

“I didn’t mean it and I apologized. Your cousin gave you a sip or two of alcohol before and you didn’t get mad him like you are at me.” I said.

Az speeds up his car, racing me back to my house and barely stopping to let me out.

He grabs the bag of food thrusting it at me. “Here take all the food.”

“I don’t want the calamari,” I said. “It smells bad and no one in my house who is home, will eat it.”

Before Az can speak I take it out and put the calamari on the back seat of his car.

“Goodbye,” I say blandly, without looking at him as I slam his car door.

Inside, I’m fuming . To me a sip of liquor is such a tiny thing to become mad over and I never tried to make him drink the Sangria on purpose. I wasn’t thinking and I said sorry many times.

Az shouldn’t have ruined our entire Valentine’s Day because of his temper.

But that’s one reason why we broke up later on.


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A Sunny Evening at the Taste of Edmonton


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It’s around 10:00 pm and I’ve just returned from The Taste of Edmonton a second time. It is one of my favorite events in Edmonton in the summer time, the mixed aroma of all that delicious food in the air makes me happy. It is food comfort. It is also a comfort people watching. All the families, couples, groups watching them enjoy the many foods available in appreciation; no matter their age, way of dressing, or otherwise; the love of food brings people together. I am sitting by the city hall fountain surrounded by children playing in the water and eating their treats; it is a picturesque place to wait for my friends to arrive but alas, I get hungry go and buy some more tickets and buy a piece of cheesecake from Spaghetti Factory. Cheesecake is one of my favorites and I look forward to it each Taste of Edmonton. Once my friends arrive, we go in search of our favorite dishes, new and old. I point out some of my favorites from yesterday’s lunch: pineapple chicken and beef dumplings.
My friends choose some different desserts and menu items and I settle on Tirimisue for my final dish. It is so yummy. Then all three of us Tiana, Tara, and I save our remaining tickets for sangria and white and red wine. We settle down into some good conversation – wedding gossip, things we have been up to, just generally whatever. It has been a good night. The sun is sinking an interesting vocalist is singing old rock and roll hits from the 80 ‘s and 90’s. Holding 3 glasses of sangria I almost lose some I think. The crowd of people still walk and eat on the giant pad of cement that was once green grass and picnic tables. But it is a good time. I am happy to see my good friends; happy to be. It is the perfect temperature outside and comfortable inside the alcohol tasting tents. All too soon it is time to go home and I am left with the memory of one of those perfect summer nights where all seems well and the world stands still if only for a moment or a glass of sangria.