Hands Off My Pinot
I need to vent for a moment about my squatter.
I moved into my new apartment at the beginning of February. On the 13th a close friend of mine got kicked out of his apartment and I was super-nice enough to let him come and crash with me until he found a new place. I can understand needing time to get your stuff in order. Lord knows I do.
But here we are a month and a half later- and yes, he's been trying. And yes, he found another place to crash so will be out of here today or tomorrow, but this morning was the final straw.
He works a late shift- gets home around 3:30 or 4 am. Usually when he comes home he has a few drinks and listens to some tunes before he goes to bed. That's fine, I can live with that.
But this evening- we were out of wine. I know, because I wanted a glass myself- but when I looked at the wine rack I realized I only had my two bottles I was saving left. There was no way I was going to bust into one of those bad boys- so I passed on the wine and had some chocolate ice cream instead.
When he got home, I woke up. I had to use the bathroom, and as I walked past him I noticed he was drinking a glass of wine- and I thought to myself- cool! Maybe he brought a few bottles home or something. I walk into the kitchen to discover not a new bottle of wine- but that he had opened one of my bottles I was saving for special. My beautiful Bernardus 2001 Pinot Noir that I bought in Carmel.
I
Was
LIVID
That was a memory wine. One that you buy on a special trip or occasion- and a few years into the future after it ages a bit more you open that bottle, you sit back, and you remember exactly where you were when you bought it. You remember the good times- and you sip and you think - ahhhh.
Well, not any more. GONE. Not only had he opened the bottle. He drank 3/4 of it. It was almost gone by the time I even noticed.
We had words.
So this goes out to you:
Darlin, it's been fun. But that was the last freaking straw. I was good enough to take you in when you had nowhere else to go. I took you in when I needed my own space, when I have been going through all my own crap and dealing with the universe hitting me with everything it's got. I put up with the late nights- the way you coming home in the middle of the night messes with my sleep schedule, the way you drink all my booze and eat all my food. I appreciate you cooking, and cleaning out the litter box for me.
But for the love of God and all that is holy-
Keep your hands off my Pinot.
You're outta here.
~~questions, comments - blog[at]katdowns[dot]com ~~
I moved into my new apartment at the beginning of February. On the 13th a close friend of mine got kicked out of his apartment and I was super-nice enough to let him come and crash with me until he found a new place. I can understand needing time to get your stuff in order. Lord knows I do.
But here we are a month and a half later- and yes, he's been trying. And yes, he found another place to crash so will be out of here today or tomorrow, but this morning was the final straw.
He works a late shift- gets home around 3:30 or 4 am. Usually when he comes home he has a few drinks and listens to some tunes before he goes to bed. That's fine, I can live with that.
But this evening- we were out of wine. I know, because I wanted a glass myself- but when I looked at the wine rack I realized I only had my two bottles I was saving left. There was no way I was going to bust into one of those bad boys- so I passed on the wine and had some chocolate ice cream instead.
When he got home, I woke up. I had to use the bathroom, and as I walked past him I noticed he was drinking a glass of wine- and I thought to myself- cool! Maybe he brought a few bottles home or something. I walk into the kitchen to discover not a new bottle of wine- but that he had opened one of my bottles I was saving for special. My beautiful Bernardus 2001 Pinot Noir that I bought in Carmel.
I
Was
LIVID
That was a memory wine. One that you buy on a special trip or occasion- and a few years into the future after it ages a bit more you open that bottle, you sit back, and you remember exactly where you were when you bought it. You remember the good times- and you sip and you think - ahhhh.
Well, not any more. GONE. Not only had he opened the bottle. He drank 3/4 of it. It was almost gone by the time I even noticed.
We had words.
So this goes out to you:
Darlin, it's been fun. But that was the last freaking straw. I was good enough to take you in when you had nowhere else to go. I took you in when I needed my own space, when I have been going through all my own crap and dealing with the universe hitting me with everything it's got. I put up with the late nights- the way you coming home in the middle of the night messes with my sleep schedule, the way you drink all my booze and eat all my food. I appreciate you cooking, and cleaning out the litter box for me.
But for the love of God and all that is holy-
Keep your hands off my Pinot.
You're outta here.
~~questions, comments - blog[at]katdowns[dot]com ~~
posted by Kat Downs at 11:56 AM
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