No, if anyone orders Merlot I am leaving....

So Jessica and I finished an entire bottle of merlot while watching the movie Sideways. Great fucking movie; the ending was a little abrupt, but the scenes with the wrecked car and the golfing place, what the hell do you call it, that place where you golf....anyway, fucking hilarious.

So I'm drinking this merlot that was bottled by Camelot--Camelot, that mythical city where everything was supposed to be perfect but love got in the way. Where peace could have existed if everyone followed their head and not their heart. (Apparently, Camelot is somewhere in Napa Valley). Anyway, I was drinking this wine and watching this movie about getting over your fear and your hurt and learning to love again and I realized that for some people that is just not possible. For some the risk is too great, or the prospects too remote. The story of King Arthur and Guinevere and Lancelot divides the world into two types of people: those who love and those who sacrifice. If you subscribe to T. H. White's version of the legend, Arthur sacrificed his kingdom and his ideals of "might for right" to save the woman he loves; a woman who betrayed him to have sex with a Frenchman. For some, the pleasure of knowing, giving, and receiving love is not in their destiny--for one reason or another, they have been apportioned a spectator role in this non-spectator sport of life. The only options are to continue in their role or end it--permanently . Both options seem equally bleak, but at least with the former you can still drink alcohol.

Preferably a good merlot. Though not necessarily from Camelot.