Do you remember that feeling when you were a kid?

You know, the one where the excitement battling anticipation like a Chuck Norris smackdown felt like it would never end. For me, this wrestling match took place every Christmas eve. It was as painful as a roundhouse to the jewels just waiting for each minute to pass. I was tortured by the thought that my new favorite toy was waiting out of arms reach as it lay wrapped under the grasp of the evergreen tree. It's blinking lights and poorly stuffed ornaments mocking me with distraction.

Some things never change...

This feeling has its grips on me once again but this time I'm excited today for TWO reasons. Tomorrow I find out whether or not my now sixteen week old baby in the womb is in fact the male that I've been bragging about for over 18 weeks.

I don't know if it was just because of the anticipation or just a need for a fun distraction but today I went out and bought a new putter. It's ugly, gaudy, and completely ridiculous looking but then again so are a lot of people's kids and they still love them. Hopefully I can putt with it worth a crap or I'll look like a complete idiot.

I can't wait for tomorrow's news and for the chance to get out on the course and put my new toy to the test.

... wish me luck!

Cheers!

It's now week 14 for Mrs. Whore and I...

After making one of the biggest and quite possibly most awesome decisions of my life, I've realized that my goals have changed drastically. I thought I'd come back from the Wine Bloggers Conference with some sort of crazy video footage, pics, stories, and whatnot. I went back and forth on how I'd put it all together before I even stepped on the plane to embark on the painfully long voyage to Walla Walla Washington. Should I bring all of my Wine Whore paraphernalia? I went in with lofty hopes but ended up deciding to just blend in and experience the event for what it was worth instead of trying to use it as a chance to network and promote this site.

I think a lot of people noticed it too. I got a lot of comments about how I was "not what they pictured". I think people expected me to be a drunken mess throughout the entire conference. While I wasn't far from it, I was relatively quiet, tame, and to myself for most of the experience. The truth was that I was far from home, alone, and a little apprehensive about the whole thing. I enjoyed the experience but was very glad to be returning home.

Instead of posting a funny video compilation of stupidity, endless seemingly redundant pictures of vineyards (if you've seen one, you've seen 'em all), and all sorts of other stuff about my trip that you probably would skim over in an attempt to get to another blog post about decanters, aging, or whatever else people are pawning off as wine knowledge, I wanted to sum up my thoughts about Walla Walla Washington in one sentence:

Walla Walla is a beautiful but dry, dessert region where many wineries chose to take root as a result of the sticker shock of other wine growing regions on the west coast.

Their wine offers good bang for the buck but if you're looking to be amazed, you may need to dig deep to find a jewel. Columbia Valley and Red Mountain are good places to start if you're looking for something impressive. I promised myself that I would bring home a few bottles of my favorite from this trip. The honor of this distinction was a bottle made by Sinclair Estate Vineyards called Pentatonic.

As we ended our first trimester, we celebrated with this bottle of this wine. My wife obviously couldn't partake but she did enjoy an orgasmic sniff and a baby sip from my glass. I told her that absence must have made her heart grow fonder but she reassured me that I had found a good one. She always had a good nose for things in life... after all, she found me! :)

Cheers!

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