{"id":1629,"date":"2016-05-23T20:28:27","date_gmt":"2016-05-23T20:28:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.sometimesraw.com--precise\/?p=1629"},"modified":"2016-05-23T21:14:54","modified_gmt":"2016-05-23T21:14:54","slug":"wine-i-love-thee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sometimesraw.com\/?p=1629","title":{"rendered":"Wine. I Love Thee."},"content":{"rendered":"

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Hello and Happy Monday!\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cIt was pleasant to be drinking slowly and to be tasting the wine and to be drinking alone. A bottle of wine was good company.\u201d Hemingway\u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

I do love a glass of wine (or two) in the evening when Petit Joel is in bed. It relaxes me when I have a million things on my mind. I blog daily and I do have things to share but sometimes I struggle to start or write an article. After I changed my scenery, got comfortable in my office and poured myself a glass of wine, things are a-okay. In New York and when childless, I preferred to totally change my scenery and head with my laptop to a wine bar. There I would order a glass of ros\u00e9 and type along. After a long day at work, this was just such a nice treat that also reminded me that it is important to do exactly this. Taking myself out for a glass of wine – life simplest and sweetest pleasures.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I was not always into wine. In my teens, I enjoyed Desperados\u00a0beer at parties but that was it. Wine seemed wrong at that point and strange. Something that classy people drink to get wasted<\/em>. When I moved to Munich I was crazy into Jazz and hung out in Jazz bars. Everybody drank red wine, so I did, too. And I loved it. Of course, at some points – usually after a breakup, I felt like Rene Zellweger in Bridget Jones’s Diary<\/em>, singing and crying out loud with her All-BY-MYSEEEEHEELF!<\/em>\u00a0But these are just exceptions. Of course.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n