tonyt
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The recent post about Wine Volcanoes inspired me to start a thread on the Funniest Wine Calamities of 2010.
So since I live in coastal Texas with no basement and haven't coughed up for a 300 or 400 bottle wine cabinet, I keep bottled batches of wine in a couple of those 40 bottle mini cellars, in boxes or wherever I can find free space. I had one mini cellar so over loaded that when I went to get a bottle out for sampling one by one bottles begin sliding out and on to the Mexican tile floor. As each bottle (almost in slow motion) hits the tile it bounces, flips, and rolls off. With one bottle in my hand (the one I wanted in the first place) I was frantically trying to stop more from sliding out and trying to round up ones that were bouncing around. I was screaming expletives left and right while laughing my *** off at the spectacle. Wife comes running in from the other room to find me sitting on the floor surrounded by 8 or 9 bottles of wine and a lone broken bottle in my hand. Believe it or not the only bottle that broke was the initial bottle I went for, still in my hand but now empty. If there is a moral here somewhere, I don't know where.
So since I live in coastal Texas with no basement and haven't coughed up for a 300 or 400 bottle wine cabinet, I keep bottled batches of wine in a couple of those 40 bottle mini cellars, in boxes or wherever I can find free space. I had one mini cellar so over loaded that when I went to get a bottle out for sampling one by one bottles begin sliding out and on to the Mexican tile floor. As each bottle (almost in slow motion) hits the tile it bounces, flips, and rolls off. With one bottle in my hand (the one I wanted in the first place) I was frantically trying to stop more from sliding out and trying to round up ones that were bouncing around. I was screaming expletives left and right while laughing my *** off at the spectacle. Wife comes running in from the other room to find me sitting on the floor surrounded by 8 or 9 bottles of wine and a lone broken bottle in my hand. Believe it or not the only bottle that broke was the initial bottle I went for, still in my hand but now empty. If there is a moral here somewhere, I don't know where.