My Bloody Clos du Bois

I've always been a stickler for personal space. What's mine is mine and yours is yours. I remember when i was a kid sharing a bedroom with my little brother. I hated how his stuff would be scattered about and my things were in the places they belonged. I spent hours devising a plan to divide the room in two sides. I even tried to put tape on the floor for a visible divider but then I couldn't leave the room because the door was on his side.

When I got to college, I had a different set of room mates every year. I had to learn how to live with other people and deal with their, as I saw it, disrespectful lifestyles. Other people's crap was scattered all around the house. Shoes under the coffee table, book bags on the kitchen counter. And the infamous kitchen sink overflowing with dirty dishes. I would try my hardest to let the dishes pile up until someone other than myself cracked down and washed them. However, my plan worked on no one but myself as I was always the one doing the dishes.

One house habit I was able to institute was the separation of groceries. I knew that there would be no chance of food being shared fairly if it was anything goes. None of my roommates would ever go to the grocery store if I was going on my regular trips and allowing others to share. Because of this, we all did our own shopping and didn't borrow from each other unless we asked to. This brings me to the issue of my story.

In November, Ryan and Laura flew in from San Francisco to see me. They were thoughtful enough to bring me a bottle of wine as a house warming gift. This bottle of Clos du Bois has sat in my fridge since then, virtually tagged with my name, waiting to be opened for a special occasion. Well, Collin's ex-girl friend is in town this weekend I he decided that this was a special occasion so they opened it and drank it for dinner. I know that Collin has never bought a bottle of Clos du Bois in hislife so there is no way he could have confused it for his own... How does someone think they can take something like that and use it without replacing. Given, if he had opened a package of saltines and shared it with her, I wouldn't mind. But that's my bloody Clos du Bois you're drinking!

There is nothing I can do. I just need to relax and let it be. I managed to fill half a glass while they ate. Man, its good. I'm now going to finish my meager share of Ryan's gift and then go to bed and forget the whole thing.

(sigh)