Last Thursday, we spent the evening holed up in a wine cellar of sorts, tucked away on the first floor of an obscure building off Chinatown. Our lovely friends, ST and SS, had arranged a wine tasting session for us to pick our wedding wines together with A and T, who were also getting married.
We sampled both reds and whites from various wine regions, mostly from Italy and California. It was very enjoyable kicking back and sipping wine with friends after a harassed day at work. We shared our glasses, exchanged opinions and took notes from our very patient hostess, Phu. At the end of the session, L bought two bottles (one of which was the delicious and light Gancia Romina Lychee from Italy which we opened during a barbeque we hosted last Saturday) but did not finalise our wedding wines since we still have some time to the wedding. We decided we would schedule another session to sample their newer selections at a later date. Hey, any excuse for another round of drinking, right? ;)
It was also L’s birthday. The very thoughtful ST brought along a little cupcake and candle, so we sang the birthday boy a song, took a group shot and popped out to a coffee shop a few doors down for dinner. (I bought him an Awfully Chocolate cake which he blew out at home with his family that night.)
As we were leaving, N gathered three bottles of half-consumed wines under her arms to bring along to dinner. I think if she had the capacity to carry more, she would. SS teased her about it the entire evening.
So picture us, huddled in a dark corner of the coffee shop with bottles of wine and plastic cups amongst plates and plates of zhi char dishes. What a combination. Dinner was surprisingly delicious and most satisfying. We went home that night well-fed and ever-so-slightly inebriated, laughter still ringing in my head. Mmmm, we should do this more often.