Where Do You Spit the Cheese?

After college I worked in Boston for a couple of years and was SO DAMN bored with my same friends (no offense,) same scenery, same activities that I was MISERABLE. I took a job at an 8 person company in San Diego, travelled around the world and had to get really good at meeting new people.

People in San Diego are amazingly cool and friendly. I would meet people and 5 minutes later they would invite me to go rock climbing with them the following day. I met some great people and did some great new things (swing dancing anyone?)

When it was time to come back to Boston (oh! Boston you're my home) I brought that adventurous spirit and ability to meet new people with me and instead of falling back into my boring routine I dragged my old friends to new events. And when they weren't interested I went by myself.

I took some grad school classes and had a great time.

One night I decided to join a running club that my gym was starting. The poster said "leave at 7" and I got there at 6:58pm. Apparently turnout had been SO overwhelming that they had left early and I was standing there in my wool hat, mittens and running tights without a plan. There was another woman at the front desk dressed identically to me and equally miffed that they'd left early. I approached her and said, "Want to go for a run together?" So we did. During the run I discovered that we lived 3 houses apart on the same street! We often went running together after that.

When I saw that there was a wine tasting event coming to Boston I invited her and she said yes. That evening I was at Boston University waiting for the classroom to empty so that I could go in for my class. My professor (a young 30yo guy) was there as well. I asked him where he had gone to grad school and when he said Stanford I said, "Do you like wine?" He said yes and I invited him to the wine tasting. He agreed to come and said he'd bring his friend.

The four of us went to the event which was at the World Trade Center in Boston. Picture a vast convention hall filled with church tables covered with little glasses full of two sips of wine. It was great.

Of course you're supposed to spit the wine out after you drink it - not swallow it. But WHO DOES THAT? We swallowed. Pretty soon, we were buzzed. We spied a table full of samples of crackers, breads, cheeses and DESCENDED on it. I grabbed a cracker, my friend grabbed some bread. The professor's friend took a big bite of cheese.

His face fell. He turned to me and whispered, "where do you spit the cheese?"

I can't say it wasn't the VAST quantities of alcohol that we'd consumed but it was the funniest thing we'd ever heard and the four of us burst into hysterical laughter. It was the perfect end to a Dionysian Day.

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See you tonight!