At the liquor store: per the usual (unfortunately gender stereotypical) routine, she peruses the wines as he peruses the beers.
She comes scampering up with eyes bugged, gold flakey wine in hand.
Her: "Look what I found!!"
Him: "...??!?!"
Her: "?!??!!!?"
And they proceed to make the purchase immediately.
Yes, wine with gold flakes certainly seems like an incredible idea in the moment, but the lesson learnt is to be discerning when buying from the 'bargain bin' of wines. Sometimes you find good deals, but sometimes you find things that have reason to be there.
We don't usually have a problem downing several delicious bottles of wine per weekend, but this one was painful. It burned as it went down, and if you forgot and did the classy gurgly wine inhale out of habit, you would surely choke. We eventually gave up and turned to other more pleasing drinks, but I suspect that it contributed to my supremely painful hangover this morning.
The leftovers? Made a surprisingly satisfying creamy gold flakey white wine seafood pasta for dinner.