A Vulture? It's so morbid, so dirty, so...uninviting.
That was the oh-so supportive feedback I got when I excitedly revealed my long-deliberated blog name, VINO VULTURE (which won out over other tantilizing titles like 'Sassy & Sauced', and 'ScrewedUp'). Sure, vultures aren't the most loveable of creatures, but anyone who has spent a decent amount of time with me will admit, if I were an animal, the vulture role would suit me quite well. Those guys will eat anything. And I'm sure they enjoy every bloody bite. So humble. So unpretentious. So appreciative of whatever they can get. Which is the same way I approach wine.
If it's made of grapes and contains alcohol, pour me a tall one. Hey, I'm not saying I will enjoy it, or even finish the glass. But sure, I'll give it a try. With all the millions (perhaps gillions?) of wines out there, life is too short to refuse a taste. Most of them I could live without, but the others...oh how dull life would be without them.
Like a vulture hones in on a fresh piece of roadkill, the VINO VULTURE has her radar on for any and all opportunities to suck down some grown-up grape juice. I would not call myself a lush (except for the days prior to my Vino Vulture title, when "lush" was the only word that came to mind), because I do truly love and honor wine for all the noble, refined, and sophisticated qualities it has. But that doesn't mean I need to spend $40, $50 or $200 on a bottle. That's what boyfriends are for!
So, I invite you to embrace your vulture-like tendencies, and join me in the endless discovery of yummy, ethereal, heady, and dare I say...life-changing vino experiences. I'll be blogging about my noteable encounters with our beloved vino. The good, bad, and gag-worthy. Perhaps it will be useful, enlightening, or just a good way to pass the time at your mediocre job which you only keep to pay for...you guessed it...your vino addiction. Get ready to spread those wings!
Cheers,
The VINO VULTURE
