This whole week has seemed like one giant headache after another. There is always something left behind unfinished, I’m coming home too late and not getting enough sleep. The birds are chirping as I come home from work and are still at it when I open my eyes in the morning.
“Please, let it be Tuesday,” I always think.
And once a week, it is.
Dubbed “Tasteless Tuesday,” this day has always been known by its other name: my day off. As this week progressed, I starting formulating the perfect plan. I wanted drinks in the North End in the sun along the waterfront. I wanted a group of industry kids who knew what they were doing. I wanted to leave early, end late, and have the kind of night that makes people think,
“Wait… you did WHAT on a Tuesday?”
I wanted sangria.
We got to Tia’s around 6pm and here she came, the waitress with my very first summer glass of sangria. It wasn’t anything special, but as it was set down in front of me I could have cried. My day off was finally here, my perfect glass of sangria finally for me to drink, not to make and give away.
The first sip was glorious, as well as the next, and the one after that.
Far from the most perfect glass I’ve had, but a great start to what I knew would be a wild night.
I started wondering about the perfect glass of sangria and made a note to make that my summertime quest. There had to be a bar out there that didn’t just pump out batch after batch of the wine and juice based beverage to accommodate people like me,
who were just sucking them down like a maniac.
I know that wine people don’t particularly care for sangria, a proper wine should be able to stand alone. I don’t know much about wine, so anything mass produced and sold like that can’t be very high quality.
Was there such a thing as a really high class glass of sangria?
Summer project noted: much more sangria to be consumed. Start taking notes and drinking more wine. In the meantime, I ordered more sangria.
A few short drunken hours later I found myself missing a debit card but hands laden with a ones, front and center at Centerfold’s. A backrub girl worked out the kinks in my neck while I tore down $8 Miller Light bottles, and later, I roamed Chinatown in my sundress muttering about wine and cold tea and pizza.
Tia’s sangria, you might be in a little plastic cup, but you pack a big punch.
Tuesday is officially yours, you devilish combination of dry and sweet. We shall meet again next week…..