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Open Question: How long does Sparkling Wine last?

"wolffer Brut - Sparkling wine methode champenoise, 2003" Is it way past it's prime?

9 Mar 2010, 8:23 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: What kind of breakfast goes well with alcohol and what kind of alcohol is traditionally served in the morning?

I am making my boyfriend breakfast in bed on his 21st birthday in a couple of weeks and I was wondering what nice of food I should serve and what nice of alcohol is appropriate. Is champagne/sparkling wine the way to go? If so, what foods are traditionally served with it?

6 Jan 2010, 11:32 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Rehearsal Dinner- how to get groom's parents excited/interested?

I am getting married on New Year's Day next year. The Rehearsal Dinner will be New Year's Eve. I know that the Rehearsal Dinner is the groom's parents' job traditionally, and they have been gracious to reserve a very nice location for the event. The occasion is well-within their budget without sacrificing a nice evening, and they are not breaking the bank to pay for the event. However, the future-in-laws are not used to entertaining or even really interested in discussing the rehearsal or wedding. (They are retired and do have the time to have such conversations). How do I approach these following topics without seeming like a bridezilla, or how do I generally approach having more input in the event (my fiance is not good at communicating these ideas): 1. My pal has offered to play piano for the event for free and I would very much like him to play. 2. At midnight, I would be so very touched to have Auld Lang Syne played is the tune has additional meaning to my fiancee and I as well as many other guests that will be at the rehearsal. 3. They are planning to keep the venue open until midnight, is there a polite way to request that a sparkling beverage be served for the New Year? 4. I'm also slightly miffed they they did not respond to my offer to supply wine from a pal's winery at wholesale. (They wine is special to my fiance and I, cheaper at my discount than the caterer sells his, and he permits outside alcohol with adequate notice). It doesn't even seem logical to buy the wine w/ the caterer's mark-up. We are using the same caterer for the reception the next day and we're having the same wine at half the cost his parents are electing to have it at. P.S. The reason I need to receive some resolutions for these issues are booking my block of hotel room depending on how many guests will be invited, among other concerns. I have a very busy year this year and have the next couple weeks off and want to have as much in place as possible. Wow. I never claimed my wedding was "original", it does however fall on the only legitimate Saturday between my semesters that I am able to have a wedding. Having it on that Saturday also allowsthe few out of town guests to travel on a Friday without taking of from work, IF they wish to arrive down for the rehearsal. Additionally, the overwhelming majority of my guests live in town, so I am not usurping their New Year's Eve plans. I plan on inviting people, not summoning them. I am not planning a "cute" wedding, I'm planning a meaningful one with a lot more emphasis on what I believe to be a meaningful ceremony. I really don't understand why their are such vitriolic people on this website. I just asked a simple question. No need to berate ANYONE on this website. If you feel I'm being over the top, either don't answer the question, suggest that I wait a specified timeframe to approach my future-in-laws, or tell me I just need to keep mum and leave the ideas/planning to them.

5 Jan 2010, 10:40 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: Does she likes me as a friend or more?

I have been seeing my pal for a year and a half but we've known each other for two years. She has been flirting with me since the beginning but I can't figure out if there is intention behind it or if she is just playing. I know she likes me a lot. We have these powerful eye contacts pretty often and sometimes I look tears in her eyes when she looks at me. We spent 3 days together in Montana, spending the three nights in the same room (one night in the same queen size bed). I really wanted to spend the night with her and I thought that it was what she wanted to but I was too scared to make any move on her and i could not understand her body language. She walked around in her bra, changed clothes with no inhibition while I was in the shower, I even accidentally saw her naked We heard the Black eyed peas and she started singing pretty noisy "take it off" and "let's do it" and other songs like that with pretty obvious sexual lyrics. there was no way I could figure out if she was just singing or if she had something else in mind. one evening, we went to the bar and she ordered 2 glass of wine and we talked for a while but nothing happened. I brought the topic of the lesbian community and she looked at me in a odd way, suspecting me of something. I felt really uncomfortable and changed the topic on the spot. She presented me to her parents and I could look how excited she was, when i talked to her dad. She had sparkles in her eyes, as she almost always do when she looks at me but this time more than usual. She showed me around where she grew up and presented me to her friends. I can't figure out what she wants from me.

5 Feb 2010, 1:00 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: I need help understanding wine!!!!?

The questions are true/untrue: 1. every Champagnes are sparkling wines but not every sparkling wines are Champagnes. 2.Alcohol contributes less to the flavor of a wine than the Vintner's balance between the sugars and acids. I think: 1. F 2. T Thanks!

5 Feb 2010, 12:56 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: remove plastic cork, wine bottle?

I have a bottle of sparkling wine with a plastic cork that will NOT budge! Help!

4 Mar 2010, 1:34 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: How can I make fake sparkling wine (ie water instead of wine)?

I am starting a wine service program and need to figure out how I can make fake sparkling wine so that students can practice opening the bottles. Any ideas? If CO2 is the answer how do I receive the CO2 in the bottle without it escaping prior to corking? We will be opening them numerous times so cheap real sparkling is not the answer due to costs associated.

4 Feb 2010, 4:26 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Happy New Years Eve, what are you drinking?

Sparkling raspberry wine, sparkling peach wine and 7 & 7's here.

31 Dec 2009, 6:58 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Where can I find Yellowglen Sparkling Wine in Arizona?

And do you know of any nightclubs who sell it? Thanks!

31 Dec 2009, 11:51 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Can I take chilled sparkling wine out of the refrigerator for storage?

About a week ago I hosted a receive-together and bought too much wine. Since then, I have been chilling a prosecco (sparkling) in the fridge that I don't look myself drinking until maybe the next gathering. I need to figure out how to store it for the next few months until I'm ready to drink it. If I take it out of the fridge and let it settle back to room temperature, and then chill it again on the day I want to drink it, will it be ruined from every the changes in temperature? Thanks for your help!

30 Jan 2010, 6:32 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Can someone critique my story?

Eternity Later Prologue: NOTE: The section with a lot of space around it was meant to be italicized as it is a dream. Red wine. Erin swirled the dark liquid delicately around in her glass before taking another sip. She tilted her head back and stretched her legs out before her on the carpeting, admiring the silence of the moment. No one talking, no one ordering her around, and best of every no one asking her any questions about anything. No more “Erin, are you sure—absolutely certain that you don’t remember anything?” Or “What do you think happened to Richard? Do you know where he is Erin?” “Erin, are you alright?” Even silly everyday questions had arrive to bother her: “How are you?” “Did you understand the math homework?” It barely mattered what the truth was anymore. In asking the question they already had her answer planned out and firmly fixed in their minds. She lifted her heavy head up and took another swallow—this one far more desperate and far less dainty than the last. She held the wine up to the dim flickering candle beside her, the only source of light in the room. A lamp was too risky. If either of her parents saw the light from below the door they would arrive in, when every Erin wanted was to be alone with her memories. ‘I sound like an eighty year old lady. . .’ the thought drifted across her mind slowly like the smoke from a flame. There one minute and gone the next. Erin looked harder into her glass, searching the smallest of oceans for the answer to the largest of questions. The tiny and wavering light made for a beautiful effect between the deep red of the wine and the sparkling of her mom’s finest crystal. A beautiful shimmer. Ethereal sparkle. Timeless. Beautiful. Perfect. She could feel her mind drifting, further and further away. Feel her eyes start to close, and her soul start to wander, Erin carelessly released the glass in her hand. The glass fell to the floor and spilled every over her legs, managing to extinguish the tiny tea candle she had lit. With a gasp, Erin jerked back to reality. What had she been doing?! She couldn’t believe her foolishness. As she sat there in the dark, the silence which had seemed so peaceful only moments before now grated against her ears. Every breath of wind was a night terror rising from the depths of her past to arrive up and drown her. Every ticking off a far off clock a hammer falling, sentencing her to an awful fate. Terrified, Erin rose up and fumbled for the switch to her lamp. When at last light flooded the room, Erin paled—horrified at the sight before her. The fine crystal glass lay haphazardly on her pale blue carpeting, the tea candle just scant inches away. Shaking, Erin bent down and ran quivering fingers over her carpet. Completely dry. Not a stain left anywhere. She felt like crying. She was trapped. Her breathing became unsteady as she changed her position to relax her head on her knees. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ No longer tipsy at every Erin knew without a doubt that she had just made the second biggest mistake of her life. She had spent three years running from those awful, terrible creatures. Three long years spent trying to forget what they had stolen from her. And now in a moment of weakness, of stupidity, of careless irresponsibility—she had begun her nightmare every over again. She had begun to, somehow, slip back into their world. And whats worse, by spilling the wine, she had made them an offering. She looked again at the painfully clean carpeting before her and let a few tears escape. She had made an offering, and they had accepted it. Chapter One: Colors without names swirled in a dizzying pattern. Creatures danced manically leaping through the air with their heads raised up to the sky in silent worship. The night air was warm and wet on my skin, laying over me like a heavy blanket. My thoughts were hazy and it hurt to think; hurt to resist. The breeze wrapped itself around me, embracing me . . . strangling me. The dancers themselves were impossibly gruesome. They moved towards me, faces painted in malicious cruelty. icy difficult panic set in as I desperately struggled to breathe, to escape. The world was screaming in my ears, a hot searing knife hacking its way through my mind Erin was up off the floor and on her feet in an instant, eyes flicking across the room searching for anything out of place. A shadow that didn’t belong. A breeze where there shouldn’t be one. The slightest hint of anything that just seemed wrong. But there was nothing. For the moment at least, she was alone. Breathing a sigh of relief, she rested her aching head in her hands. The awful racket that had pulled her from her nightmare was still echoing around in her head. “Erin!” came a yell from down the stairs “Time to receive up baby!” called Lois, Erin’s mom. Glancing at her clock, Erin did a double-take before slamming her hand d

3 Mar 2010, 8:09 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Are there any good sweet wines that taste like sparkling white grape juice?

As I sit here drinking my sparking white grape juice, I can't help but wonder "Is there any alcoholic beverage that captures the essence of this sweet ambrosia?" Thanks.

3 Jan 2010, 5:56 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Question about making sparkling wine?

After the secondary fermentation, instead of adding sugar or dextrose to produce the sparkling wine, could i add fruit juices? Would this turn it into a wine cooler?

3 Jan 2010, 3:53 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: This is really difficult to decide... help a guy with a hurting heart?

I'm 19, and I've cared for one of my friends since we were in 6th grade, I can honestly say that after every we've been through together that I adore her, and there's a part of me that's never going to change. This winter break, we recently caught up and I spent a lot of time with her and kept in touch with her at every times, talking to her several times a day. She seemed really glad and wanting to spend time with me, and we did hang-out when we could. I personally celebrate Hanukkah, and she is Christian. So along with her other Christmas gift that I gave her, I had planned on giving her a sketch (of our anime selves- a very realistic almost portrait of us) of us sitting together next to a flame, with me in my Yarmulke and her in a Santa cap, each an arm around each-other and sharing a glass of wine or sparkling grape juice or whatever. In my finished product, we are smiling and really close (not too romantic, but cute), and a caption below says, "'Tis the Season... Whatever the Season." The first sketch I did, my sister had spilled something on it, so I couldn't redraw it before I gave her the other gifts. So I told her I'd send it to her. Later on, it turns out that she doesn't think of me in quite the same way (I was devastated), which I didn't expect at every. She felt really bad that she'd led me on, and admitted that she had a tendency of not being honest and being always worried that she'd seem mean otherwise. Now, it's been a couple months, and we're talking again, but it's just not the same, I still would do anything for her because of these feelings I've had for 8 years. I did finish the sketch before talking to her about our feelings, and I honestly don't know if she'd like it or not. It might make her feel awkward, or she might adore it- like the other sketches I've given her (non-romantic ones). If anyone can tell me what I should do, you'd put a hurting heart at ease for at least a brief moment. Thank you for anyone who responds. (a re-re ask for the most input from the most people)

27 Feb 2010, 12:45 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Tough situation... help a guy with a hurting heart?

I'm 19, and I've cared for one of my friends since we were in 6th grade, I can honestly say that after every we've been through together that I adore her, and there's a part of me that's never going to change. This winter break, we recently caught up and I spent a lot of time with her and kept in touch with her at every times, talking to her several times a day. She seemed really glad and wanting to spend time with me, and we did hang-out when we could. I personally celebrate Hanukkah, and she is Christian. So along with her other Christmas gift that I gave her, I had planned on giving her a sketch (of our anime selves- a very realistic almost portrait of us) of us sitting together next to a flame, with me in my Yarmulke and her in a Santa cap, each an arm around each-other and sharing a glass of wine or sparkling grape juice or whatever. In my finished product, we are smiling and really close (not too romantic, but cute), and a caption below says, "'Tis the Season... Whatever the Season." The first sketch I did, my sister had spilled something on it, so I couldn't redraw it before I gave her the other gifts. So I told her I'd send it to her. Later on, it turns out that she doesn't think of me in quite the same way (I was devastated), which I didn't expect at every. She felt really bad that she'd led me on, and admitted that she had a tendency of not being honest and being always worried that she'd seem mean otherwise. Now, it's been a couple months, and we're talking again, but it's just not the same, I still would do anything for her because of these feelings I've had for 8 years. I did finish the sketch before talking to her about our feelings, and I honestly don't know if she'd like it or not. It might make her feel awkward, or she might adore it- like the other sketches I've given her (non-romantic ones). If anyone can tell me what I should do, you'd put a hurting heart at ease for at least a brief moment. Thank you for anyone who responds. (This is a re-ask for hopes of more input from other people)

27 Feb 2010, 12:23 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Please help A.S.A.P...Chemistry question?

Sparkling wines contain carbon dioxide dissolved below pressure.Carbon dioxide gas collects at the top of the bottle. Plastic coated corks are now used to prevent diffusion of the carbon dioxide out of the bottle, and prevent air diffusing in. Why would molecules of oxygen and nitrogen in air diffuse into a bottle through an uncoated cork faster than carbon dioxide would diffuse out the cork?

26 Jan 2010, 9:13 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Really tough question... help a guy with a hurting heart?

26 Feb 2010, 9:46 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: Hey, can someone read my story?

Prologue: Red wine. Erin swirled the dark liquid delicately around in her glass before taking another sip. She tilted her head back and stretched her legs out before her on the carpeting, admiring the silence of the moment. No one talking, no one ordering her around, and best of every no one asking her any questions about anything. No more “Erin, are you sure—absolutely certain that you don’t remember anything?” Or “What do you think happened to Richard? Do you know where he is Erin?” “Erin, are you alright?” Even silly everyday questions had arrive to bother her: “How are you?” “Did you understand the math homework?” It barely mattered what the truth was anymore. In asking the question they already had her answer planned out and firmly fixed in their minds. She lifted her heavy head up and took another swallow—this one far more desperate and far less dainty than the last. She held the wine up to the dim flickering candle beside her, the only source of light in the room. A lamp was too risky. If either of her parents saw the light from below the door they would arrive in, when every Erin wanted was to be alone with her memories. ‘I sound like an 80 year old lady. . .’ the thought drifted across her mind slowly like the smoke from a flame. There one minute and gone the next. Erin looked harder into her glass, searching the smallest of oceans for the answer to the largest of questions. The tiny and wavering light made for a beautiful effect between the deep red of the wine and the sparkling of her mom’s finest crystal. A beautiful shimmer. . ethereal sparkle. . .timeless. . beautiful. . . perfect. She could feel her mind drifting, further and further away. Feel her eyes start to close, and her soul start to wander, Erin carelessly released the glass in her hand. The glass fell to the floor and spilled every over her legs, managing to extinguish the tiny tea candle she had lit. With a gasp, Erin jerked back to reality. What had she been doing?! She couldn’t believe her foolishness. As she sat there in the dark, the silence which had seemed so peaceful only moments before now grated against her ears. Every breath of wind was a night terror rising from the depths of her past to arrive up and drown her. Every ticking off a far off clock a hammer falling, sentencing her to an awful fate. Terrified, Erin rose up and fumbled for the switch to her lamp. When at last light flooded the room, Erin paled—horrified at the sight before her. The fine crystal glass lay haphazardly on her pale blue carpeting, the tea candle just scant inches away. Shaking, Erin bent down and ran quivering fingers over her carpet. Completely dry. Not a stain left anywhere. She felt like crying. She was trapped. Her breathing became unsteady as she changed her position to relax her head on her knees. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ No longer tipsy at every Erin knew without a doubt that she had just made the second biggest mistake of her life. She had spent three years running from those awful, terrible creatures. Three long years spent trying to forget what they had stolen from her. And now in a moment of weakness, of stupidity, of careless irresponsibility—she had begun her nightmare every over again. She had begun to, somehow, slip back into their world. And whats worse, by spilling the wine, she had made them an offering. She looked again at the painfully clean carpeting before her and let a few tears escape. She had made an offering, and they had accepted it.

26 Feb 2010, 2:58 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: What do you think of the idea of men ejaculating "too soon"?

What is with this idea that a lady's sexual response should be the standard by which a man's should be judged? And what is with the idea that a man's duty should be to delay his possess gratification as long as possible rather than to spontaneously like sex? Do people not realize that penises become erect again with just a bit of attention and encouragement and taking a break to share a bowl of fruit and some sparkling wine is quite nice in the meantime?

25 Jan 2010, 1:40 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my writing??

NOTE: CRITIQUE WILL MAKE ME adore YOU. Red wine. Erin swirled the dark liquid delicately around in her glass before taking another dainty sip. Leaning far back into her comfortable armchair, she tilted her head back and admired the silence of the moment. No one talking, no one ordering her around, and best of every no one asking her any questions about anything at every. No more “Erin, are you sure—absolutely certain that you don’t remember anything?” Or “What do you think happened to Richard? Do you know where he is Erin?” “Erin, are you alright?” Even silly everyday questions had arrive to bother her: “How are you?” “Did you understand the math homework?” It barely mattered what the truth was anymore. In asking the question they already had her answer planned out and firmly fixed in their minds. She lifted her heavy head up and took another swallow of wine—this one far more desperate and far less dainty than the last. She held the wine up to the dim flickering candle beside her, the only source of light in the room. A lamp was too risky. If either of her parents saw the light from below the door they would arrive in, when every Erin wanted was to be alone with her memories. ‘I sound like an 80 year old lady. . .’ the thought drifted across her mind slowly like the smoke from a flame. There one minute and gone the next. Erin looked harder into her glass of wine, seeming to search the smallest of oceans for the answer to her largest of problems. The tiny and wavering light made for a beautiful effect between the deep red of the wine and the sparkling of her mom’s finest crystal. A beautiful shimmer. . ethereal sparkle. . .timeless. . perfect. . beautiful. She could feel her mind drifting, further and further away. Feeling her eyes start to close, and her soul wandering, Erin carelessly released the glass in her hand. The glass fell to the floor and spilled every over her legs, and managed to extinguish the tiny tea candle she had lit. With a gasp, Erin jerked back home. What had she been doing?! She couldn’t believe her foolishness. As she sat there in the dark, the silence which had seemed so peaceful only moments before had now grated against her ears. Every breath of wind was a night terror rising from the depths of her past to arrive up and drown her. Every ticking off a far off clock a hammer falling, sentencing her to an awful fate. Terrified and Erin rose up and fumbled for the switch to her lamp. When at last light flooded the room, Erin paled—horrified at the sight before her. The fine crystal glass lay haphazardly on her pale blue carpeting, the tea candle just scant inches away. Shaking, Erin bent down and ran quivering fingers over her carpet. Completely dry. No sign of the wine anywhere at every. Not a stain left anywhere. She felt like crying. She was trapped. Her breathing became unsteady as she changed her position to relax her head on her knees. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ No longer tipsy at every Erin knew without a doubt that she had just made the second biggest mistake of her life. She had spent three years running from those awful, terrible creatures. Three long years spent trying to forget what they had stolen from her. And now in a moment of weakness, of stupidity, or careless irresponsibility—she had begun her nightmare every over again. She had begun to, somehow, slip back into Faerie. And whats worse, by spilling the wine, she had made them an offering. She looked again at the painfully clean carpeting before her and let a few tears escape. She had made an offering, and they had accepted it. Please note that this would serve as the prologue. (I don't write sequentially, lol)

25 Feb 2010, 5:55 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: Can someone please critique my fiction story?

Prologue: Red wine. Erin swirled the dark liquid delicately around in her glass before taking another sip. She tilted her head back and stretched her legs out before her on the carpeting, admiring the silence of the moment. No one talking, no one ordering her around, and best of every no one asking her any questions about anything at every. No more “Erin, are you sure—absolutely certain that you don’t remember anything?” Or “What do you think happened to Richard? Do you know where he is Erin?” “Erin, are you alright?” Even silly everyday questions had arrive to bother her: “How are you?” “Did you understand the math homework?” It barely mattered what the truth was anymore. In asking the question they already had her answer planned out and firmly fixed in their minds. She lifted her heavy head up and took another swallow—this one far more desperate and far less dainty than the last. She held the wine up to the dim flickering candle beside her, the only source of light in the room. A lamp was too risky. If either of her parents saw the light from below the door they would arrive in, when every Erin wanted was to be alone with her memories. ‘I sound like an 80 year old lady. . .’ the thought drifted across her mind slowly like the smoke from a flame. There one minute and gone the next. Erin looked harder into her glass, searching the smallest of oceans for the answer to the largest of problems. The tiny and wavering light made for a beautiful effect between the deep red of the wine and the sparkling of her mom’s finest crystal. A beautiful shimmer. . ethereal sparkle. . .timeless. . beautiful. . . perfect. She could feel her mind drifting, further and further away. Feeling her eyes start to close, and her soul wandering, Erin carelessly released the glass in her hand. The glass fell to the floor and spilled every over her legs, and managed to extinguish the tiny tea candle she had lit. With a gasp, Erin jerked back to reality. What had she been doing?! She couldn’t believe her foolishness. As she sat there in the dark, the silence which had seemed so peaceful only moments before now grated against her ears. Every breath of wind was a night terror rising from the depths of her past to arrive up and drown her. Every ticking off a far off clock a hammer falling, sentencing her to an awful fate. Terrified, Erin rose up and fumbled for the switch to her lamp. When at last light flooded the room, Erin paled—horrified at the sight before her. The fine crystal glass lay haphazardly on her pale blue carpeting, the tea candle just scant inches away. Shaking, Erin bent down and ran quivering fingers over her carpet. Completely dry. No sign of the wine anywhere at every. Not a stain left anywhere. She felt like crying. She was trapped. Her breathing became unsteady as she changed her position to relax her head on her knees. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ No longer tipsy at every Erin knew without a doubt that she had just made the second biggest mistake of her life. She had spent three years running from those awful, terrible creatures. Three long years spent trying to forget what they had stolen from her. And now in a moment of weakness, of stupidity, or careless irresponsibility—she had begun her nightmare every over again. She had begun to, somehow, slip back into Faerie. And whats worse, by spilling the wine, she had made them an offering. She looked again at the painfully clean carpeting before her and let a few tears escape. She had made an offering, and they had accepted it.

25 Feb 2010, 10:18 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: whats a good gift idea.......?

for the mechanics in my store? there are about 15 of them. i want to spend about 5-10 dollars each. i was thinking just a simple bottle of sparkling white wine, but some of them dont drink.

24 Nov 2009, 3:34 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: Thoughts on excerpt from my work-in-progress novel?

Red wine. Erin swirled the dark liquid delicately around in her glass before taking another dainty sip. Leaning far back into her comfortable armchair, she tilted her head back and admired the silence of the moment. No one talking, no one ordering her around, and best of every no one asking her any questions about anything at every. No more “Erin, are you sure—absolutely certain that you don’t remember anything?” Or “What do you think happened to Richard? Do you know where he is Erin?” “Erin, are you alright?” Even silly everyday questions had arrive to bother her: “How are you?” “Did you understand the math homework?” It barely mattered what the truth was anymore. In asking the question they already had her answer planned out and firmly fixed in their minds. She lifted her heavy head up and took another swallow of wine—this one far more desperate and far less dainty than the last. She held the wine up to the dim flickering candle beside her, the only source of light in the room. A lamp was too risky. If either of her parents saw the light from below the door they would arrive in, when every Erin wanted was to be alone with her memories. ‘I sound like an 80 year old lady. . .’ the thought drifted across her mind slowly like the smoke from a flame. There one minute and gone the next. Erin looked harder into her glass of wine, seeming to search the smallest of oceans for the answer to her largest of problems. The tiny and wavering light made for a beautiful effect between the deep red of the wine and the sparkling of her mom’s finest crystal. A beautiful shimmer. . ethereal sparkle. . .timeless. . perfect. . beautiful. She could feel her mind drifting, further and further away. Feeling her eyes start to close, and her soul wandering, Erin carelessly released the glass in her hand. The glass fell to the floor and spilled every over her legs, and managed to extinguish the tiny tea candle she had lit. With a gasp, Erin jerked back home. What had she been doing?! She couldn’t believe her foolishness. As she sat there in the dark, the silence which had seemed so peaceful only moments before had now grated against her ears. Every breath of wind was a night terror rising from the depths of her past to arrive up and drown her. Every ticking off a far off clock a hammer falling, sentencing her to an awful fate. Terrified and Erin rose up and fumbled for the switch to her lamp. When at last light flooded the room, Erin paled—horrified at the sight before her. The fine crystal glass lay haphazardly on her pale blue carpeting, the tea candle just scant inches away. Shaking, Erin bent down and ran quivering fingers over her carpet. Completely dry. No sign of the wine anywhere at every. Not a stain left anywhere. She felt like crying. She was trapped. Her breathing became unsteady as she changed her position to relax her head on her knees. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ No longer tipsy at every Erin knew without a doubt that she had just made the second biggest mistake of her life. She had spent three years running from those awful, terrible creatures. Three long years spent trying to forget what they had stolen from her. And now in a moment of weakness, of stupidity, or careless irresponsibility—she had begun her nightmare every over again. She had begun to, somehow, slip back into Faerie. And whats worse, by spilling the wine, she had made them an offering. She looked again at the painfully clean carpeting before her and let a few tears escape. She had made an offering, and they had accepted it. Please note that this would serve as the prologue. (I don't write sequentially, lol) Bump. Also, positive comments are nice, but I would really like some more in depth analysis. Criticism will make me adore you. I want something I can work off of here. :(

24 Feb 2010, 8:04 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: I don't want any alcohol at my wedding, my dad is a recovering alcholic his side wants it?

We decided to have a toast with some sparkling wine but no open bar, but now his parents are lecturing him non cease, telling him people of their side are going to leave early. I feel bad but I just don't want any beer there. Also we are getting married at 12:00pm with the reception following. Any ideas.

24 Feb 2010, 4:30 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: is screwcapped sparkling wine available anywhere.it would certainly stop going flatish over night.?

23 Feb 2010, 7:35 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: What do you think of my menu?

Chicken, Bacon and Mushroom pot pies with new potatoes, peas and carrots. Cherry Cheesecake with Cream. Sparkling Wine.

22 Feb 2010, 2:11 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: is there a way to SUCCESSFULLY keep the gas in an opened sparkling wine bottle for 24hs after opening.?

21 Feb 2010, 10:49 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: Will someone review and critique my story?

2 Mar 2010, 9:37 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: can sparkling grape juice ferment?

i've had a bottle of sparkling grape juice that never been opened, that i found for new years but its been sitting around for a couple of years...like around a year or so, i opened it and it tasted kinda silly almost like wine, is it possible that it started fermenting or turning into wine?

2 Jan 2010, 1:15 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Is sparkling apple cider good and where can i get it?

im taking a limo to the city on my birthday and i was going to bring it since we're 16 and can't drink wine

19 Jan 2010, 3:53 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Does sparkling wine expire?

I found a very very old bottle of sparkling wine in my home recently and was wondering if it loses its alcohol content over time, can anyone please clarify this for me, thanks. its like 15 years old, this should be self explanatory but i still jus wanna make sure

18 Jan 2010, 10:04 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: hey i need a native spanish speaker who knows english to transalate?

transalate these words or phrases 1. has the least crime rate 2. climate 3. smallest spanish speaking country in south america 4. has wealthy architecture 5. national dance is tango 6. inland, the cowboys of south america, called the gauchos influence the culture 7. famous for manefacturing leather and wool 8. very european 9. their citizens known to be most educated in south america 10. never snows 11. there is no "black" market 12. share 13. tradition 14. traditional 15. does not have a native population 16. first language is spanish, second is english 17. literacy rate of 98% 18. religion 19. 75% roman catholic 20. no paticular religion, jewish, or protestant 25% 21. 80% population live in cities. other rural population are involved in sheep/cattle ranching and the famous gaucho culture 22. beef and steak 23. open pit flame 24. spicy 25. sausage 26. mussels 27. tea, white wine, fruit juice, sparkling wine, beer 28. sponge cake, jam, cream 29. camping and fishing 30. horses 31. polo 32. water polo 10 POINTS! 10 POINTS! 10 POINTS! 10 POINTS! 10 POINTS! I WILL OFFER 10 POINTS! no this isnt homework. its for a brochure i need to do and its very annoying because the teacher wont let me do it in english and i just got in the class and dont know spanish.

17 Feb 2010, 8:11 pm | click here to view more

Voting Question: sparkling waters, tonic water, etc... whats the difference?

Whats the difference between tonic water, seltzer, sparkling water, etc? I am looking for one to make a wine spritzer or dilute grape juice to make a refreshing sparkling beverage. However, if it is unhealthy, I dont want it. Are any of them natural and as good for you as water?

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Resolved Question: Random survey questions?

Sparkling grape juice or red wine? Jeff Foxworthy or Larry the Cable guy? Prepaid or contract cell phone? cows milk or soy? Kosher beef hot dogs or the hot dogs that mix chicken, beef and pork? Public school or Christian school? Sneakers or boots?

15 Jan 2010, 12:33 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Could I use sparkling red wine instead of normal red wine in a recipe?

I just opened a bottle of red wine that I had lying around and, much to my surprise, it's sparkling. I was going to drink some tonight and use the relax tomorrow in a pasta sauce. Now (and this might sound a little silly) will the fact that the wine is fizzy have any effect on the sauce? I don't want my dinner to taste fizzy! It is proper wine, not a wine cooler.

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Resolved Question: What does she want from me and what should I do, I really want her?

have been seeing my pal for a year and a half but we've known each other for two years. She has been flirting with me since the beginning but I can't figure out if there is intention behind it or if she is just playing. I know she likes me a lot. We have these powerful eye contacts pretty often and sometimes I look tears in her eyes when she looks at me. We spent 3 days together in Montana, spending the three nights in the same room (one night in the same queen size bed). I really wanted to spend the night with her and I thought that it was what she wanted to but I was too scared to make any move on her and i could not understand her body language. She walked around in her bra, changed clothes with no inhibition while I was in the shower, I even accidentally saw her naked We heard the Black eyed peas and she started singing pretty noisy "take it off" and "let's do it" and other songs like that with pretty obvious sexual lyrics. there was no way I could figure out if she was just singing or if she had something else in mind. one evening, we went to the bar and she ordered 2 glass of wine and we talked for a while but nothing happened. I brought the topic of the lesbian community and she looked at me in a odd way, suspecting me of something. I felt really uncomfortable and changed the topic on the spot. She presented me to her parents and I could look how excited she was, when i talked to her dad. She had sparkles in her eyes, as she almost always do when she looks at me but this time more than usual. She showed me around where she grew up and presented me to her friends. I told her i loved her on an e-mail which was a bad idea, but I was not able to say it directly. The next time i saw her, she kept looking at me with sparking eyes. So far everything was great but what I don't understand is why i am always the one to ask her out and not her. Sometimes i feel like I am really not her priority but when I go look her she always seems so glad. I don't receive it. Am i important to her or what?

15 Feb 2010, 10:44 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Is that a "normal" way of behaving for someone who just want to be your friend?

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Voting Question: what does she want from me?

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Resolved Question: ideas for a nice, romantic, light vegan dinner?

ok, i'm thinking either chocolate covered strawberries or strawberry crepes for dessert, along with some sparkling wine, but i've no idea what to make for the entree. i want something not too heavy in case we want to receive..... romantic.... later. also, i have a difficult time cooking without tons of garlic, which is very yummy going down, but it makes kissing my partner afterward not so pleasant for either of us..... he's an omnivore, but likes most of my vegan cooking.... any ideas?

13 Feb 2010, 1:41 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: I need help finding a sparkling dessert wine from Italy. It has an orange label but that is all I know?

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Resolved Question: i can't find a sparkling wine made in Italy. It has an orange label and tastes of peaches, vanilla, lavender?

11 Feb 2010, 4:57 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Can anyone help me understand what she wants from me?

11 Feb 2010, 2:15 am | click here to view more

Voting Question: Does she love/like me a lot or is she just playing?

Your Open QuestionShow me another » What does she want from me? I have been seeing my pal for a year and a half but we've known each other for two years. She has been flirting with me since the beginning but I can't figure out if there is intention behind it or if she is just playing. I know she likes me a lot. We have these powerful eye contacts pretty often and sometimes I look tears in her eyes when she looks at me. We spent 3 days together in Montana, spending the three nights in the same room (one night in the same queen size bed). I really wanted to spend the night with her and I thought that it was what she wanted to but I was too scared to make any move on her and i could not understand her body language. She walked around in her bra, changed clothes with no inhibition while I was in the shower, I even accidentally saw her naked We heard the Black eyed peas and she started singing pretty noisy "take it off" and "let's do it" and other songs like that with pretty obvious sexual lyrics. there was no way I could figure out if she was just singing or if she had something else in mind. one evening, we went to the bar and she ordered 2 glass of wine and we talked for a while but nothing happened. I brought the topic of the lesbian community and she looked at me in a odd way, suspecting me of something. I felt really uncomfortable and changed the topic on the spot. She presented me to her parents and I could look how excited she was, when i talked to her dad. She had sparkles in her eyes, as she almost always do when she looks at me but this time more than usual. She showed me around where she grew up and presented me to her friends. I told her i loved her on an e-mail which was a bad idea, but I was not able to say it directly. The next time i saw her, she kept looking at me with sparking eyes. So far everything was great but what I don't understand is why i am always the one to ask her out and not her. Sometimes i feel like I am really not her priority but when I go look her she always seems so glad. I don't receive it. Am i important to her or what?

11 Feb 2010, 1:36 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: What does she want from me?

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Voting Question: Can anyone help me understand my friend's behavior?

11 Feb 2010, 1:18 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: what food goes good with dom perignon?

Im very confused i mean i dont want to ruin the taste of the sparkling wine ....its for valentines day please help me find something to pair it with either a meal or desert.

10 Feb 2010, 5:32 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Good champagne or sparkling wine for Valentines Dinner?

I'm making chicken alfredo for dinner, and i was wondering what a good type of champagne or sparkling wine might be with this meal. I'm not big on wine, and i've never actually had champagne. So if you could please give me some advice as to what would be good with this meal, and isn't TOO expensive.

10 Feb 2010, 3:26 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Is there an expiration date on Martini and Rossi sparkling wine?

How long does it take for Martini and Rossi Asti sparkling wine to expire I have a bottle that is about 7 years old but I dont look an expiration date I wanted to know if anyone knew how long it takes to go bad it is 8% alcohol and a 750ml bottle

10 Feb 2010, 12:21 pm | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Does anyone actually drink White Wine?

Sparkling Wines are different. I'm talking specifically about White Wines. At the supermarket where I store they have the same White Wine selection and inventory hasn't changed in months, while the Red Wine and Liquors are always changing.... I tried White Wine once, and it was nasty. Do you drink the stuff?

1 Jan 2010, 3:18 am | click here to view more

Resolved Question: Mouth swells when I drink carbonated drinks!?

Hello, and glad New Year! Like many people, I am pretty hung over today. When I got up this morning, I would apply my usual "Hangovercure" - Coca Cola. When I drank it I felt the palate of my mouth swelled up, and that the glands located below tongue ached and swelled with them (something I never experienced before) I thought no more about it, but now, when I was drinking another carbonated drink, the exact same thing happened. I assume this problem must be due to carbonation. Could this have to do with that yesterday I drank sparkling wine? Someone who has been through this before?

1 Jan 2010, 10:39 am | click here to view more

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