Happy Birthday to Me!

Yesterday, Dad and I celebrated my birthday in a subdued way - no cakes or candles. Since I turned three, and am now a mature adult, we sampled a couple of nice cigars and some single malt scotch. I'm really just kidding, although I have sniffed my dad's scotch from time to time and I think I would much rather sniff another dog's butt. That stuff is truly nasty; I don't know what he sees in it. Now red wine, on the other hand, is a completely different story. I do enjoy that a lot. I particularly love the subtle aromas, and the earthy textures and tanins that massage the palate and dance across the tongue. Dad and I are big fans of Dorothy Gaiter's and John Brecher's Tastings column in the WSJ. We especially like that they take the snobbery out of wine, but also provide a nice education every week about different varietals, vintages, regions, etc. Dad is a closet oenophile; I just like to drink it.

I think Dad and I will have a little post birthday celebration over a couple of glasses of Pinot Noir this evening, and talk about what a great choice President Obama made for his new first dog, Bo. Congratulations to Bo and the Obama's, and Happy Birthday to me.