A Parable for Mondavi Times

"President Obama accepts both the Nobel Peace Prize and a glass of Robert Mondavi Cabernet." winespectator.com. I earned my peace prize by giving back the wine.

Here’s a funny little story about my Halloween.

It was the third day of Halloween. Our party was at 4 on Sunday, a “MeetUp” hosted by a mother in one of the toddler Meetup.com groups we occasionally participate in. I brought at $14 bottle of Cabernet instead of a food item. There is always way too much food at these things, and so I hoped my decision to bring a bottle of wine for the hostess would be acceptable. I explained in jest as I handed it to her that I figured she might need it after a toddler party. I placed it on the counter with the other drinks.

1.5 liter bottle available at many drugstores for $17.99.

Miniature Buzz Lightyears, paleontologists, ballerinas, and superheroes darted through the rooms. I set up my own superheroes with small plates of hotdog and fruit. I poured them something green from one of two pitchers on the counter set up as the bar. Behind the pitchers were stacks of cups, a few bottles of water, bottles of tonic, and three or four 1.5 liter bottles of wine lined up across the back. I hadn’t thought that wine would be provided, but how nice, I thought. Since there is, I will have a glass.

I couldn’t find a corkscrew on the bar, and since it’s the kind of thing I might forget in the frenzy of preparing for a party, I asked the hostess and she provided one. I reached for a 1.5 liter bottle of 2009 Robert Mondavi cab, wanting to open a lesser bottle than the one I’d brought. I see Robert Mondavi cabs all the time at Costco and Walgreens and CVS. I opened it. I poured. I drank. At one point during the evening, the hostess asked if it had been corked. I thought that was a strange question. “We’ve had it forever,” she added.

“No, it’s fine,” I replied. And it was. It was nothing special. Having bartended at fancy catered parties for several years, I knew corked when I tasted it. I also knew special.

Robert Mondavi Cab, 6 liters available for $115.99 at http://www.skiwines.com. That's $14.50/.75 liter bottle.

I drank two glasses over the course of the evening. The boys ate cupcakes. The hostess’s smile never left her face but never quite reached her eyes.

Three days later, I received an email. This was it:

I had to get this off my chest and felt I needed to let you know how upset I was that you opened my $140 bottle of 2000 Robert Mondavi Napa Valley Cab. The more days that have gone by the more upset about I’ve become. I’ve never had an issue with them sitting on my counter behind everything else. It wasn’t ‘retro’ of me and I really didn’t care if it was corked….I never intended on opening it and even if I did it certainly wouldn’t have been for a Mom’s group Halloween party. When you asked for a corkscrew I figured you were opening the bottle you brought. I specifically stated on the comments that if you wanted an adult beverage to bring your own, We were not providing.

I was stunned. How could I have been so socially unacceptable? How could I have been so rude? How could I have been so clueless? I wrote back immediately:

Oh my god. (Name of Hostess here), I had no idea. I am appalled. I had thought that the bottles on the counter were for consumption. I will replace it. I feel sick to my stomach that that happened.

While the Midgets took advantage of my distraught state, chasing the pets, making a mud pie on the patio and bringing it in to eat on the living room rug, I made phone calls and searched the internet for a replacement bottle, the first of perhaps four hours spent over the next few days. I called a restaurant in Boston that offered what looked like the last remaining bottle on the Earth for $300. Maybe I should have told them it wasn’t worth that. I called Robert Mondavi himself, who had on hand only the 2000 Reserve, but in the regular .75 liter size.

Finally, on the third day, I paid $40 (refundable when I canceled my subscription within the week) for a year’s membership to wine-searcher.com. And there it was, at a store in New Jersey, for $129 plus $25 shipping. A better wine, no doubt as it was the Reserve, but otherwise the same. I bought it. Kicking myself for my stupid mistake.

image via cellartracker. I didn't have time to find my camera the day the big bottle arrived at my house. I had a delivery to make.

But meanwhile, the initial self-flagellation was subsiding into a more rational evaluation of just whose mistake it was. As a bartender in people’s homes, I had never seen a drinks counter set up with bottles that were not for consumption. Yes, I should have looked at the label more carefully: 2000 is not 2009. Yes, perhaps I should have read the long list of “comments” posted by mothers planning to attend. The absence of a corkscrew should have given me pause. But.

Moreover, the tone of the note implied not that I had made an honest mistake, but that I had knowingly opened a bottle of both monetary and sentimental value. What had the hostess accomplished by sending such a missive? She hadn’t asked me to replace the bottle. She felt bad and wanted to make me feel bad, too. Not exactly a hostessy act.

To get some sense of reality, I shared the story with my sister as objectively as I could. “You saved some other poor idiot from doing the same thing,” she basically said. “And what’s more, she’s the least gracious hostess in the universe.

My sister related the story to a friend of hers who happens to be a lawyer. A woman who also has been a polite guest. “The woman was asking for it,” she said. “She should be socially shot between the eyes.”

Well, she is a lawyer.

I had imagined, cringing, the scene at the party after I’d left. I expected that the organizers of the toddler group would quietly ask me and my toddlers to un-member ourselves.

In the following days, several members contacted me. But their reactions were quite the opposite. Do not replace the bottle, several counseled. And if you do, don’t replace it with the one you’re planning to replace it with.

Their support provided as good a reality check as the other opinions I’d heard. But I’d already ordered the wine, and it’s not like the original bottle had opened itself.

I thought of a woman, who I will call R. For many years, both my sister and I had catered small dinner parties for her. In spite of vast financial resources that included a little vineyard in France, R always cooked the meals herself, leaving us only with last-minute preparations, serving, tending bar, and cleaning up. She prided herself on her abilities and originality. She was a lovely, smart, compassionate, no-nonsense woman whose modest origins included professional catering. We had witnessed her navigate some treacherous social straits to the advantage of all. When my sister and I have an etiquette issue of our own, we ask ourselves, “What would R do?”

Brian Boitano asks "What would R do?" too. http://www.southpark.wikia.com

R, I decided, would take responsibility for her actions, even if they were only a small part of a debacle, and inject grace into a situation that was in sore need of it. Her character (and her bank account) would be big enough to absorb the cost. My bank account will never be as big as R’s, but I have more hope for my character.

Two weeks later, the bottle arrived. I brought it to the Halloween Hostess from Hell. But I couldn’t make a clean get-away. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I said, kicking myself internally, “The next time you invite people into your home who have never been, you might want to remove anything from the drinks counter that’s not meant for consumption.”

Her cat-and-the-canary smile vanished. “I’ve never had this problem….”

“I’m not arguing,” I broke in with a smile. “Just making a suggestion. So that someone else doesn’t open this.”

Maybe I should have recognized that the expense was too great and that I had been a player in a mistake that I really couldn’t make right. Maybe I would be a bigger person if I had made the decision not to replace it. I don’t know. Wisdom under such circumstances comes with experience. But I felt better. I have won peace with my decision, if not with the Hostess from Hell.

What would you have done? And what’s your worst etiquette story?

15 thoughts on “A Parable for Mondavi Times

  1. I could just kiss you right now 🙂 I hope the Hostess from Hell doesn’t prevent you from attending other events with said Mom’s group. You were never in the wrong…I hope you know that. Way to be the bigger person. And by the way…the visual of the cat and canary smile vanishing? Fantastic! I know EXACTLY what that looks like!

  2. You definitely did the right thing in light of the way the Hostess From Hell was behaving. She was 100% in the wrong here, but your behavior – and your graciousness – have undoubtedly accomplished a couple of things…1) The Hostess From Hell looks like a total bitch to the rest of the group and you look like a gracious person who can rise above the tactlessness of other less fortunate idiots and, 2) The Hostess From Hell secretly knows that she is a bitch and your behavior has now made her feel even worse. 🙂 Well done!!!

    • Thank you.I’m afraid I’m not above hoping to have shown her she should feel worse. But after the exchange when I gave her the Reserve, I am convinced she’s got as much conviction in her rightness as a suicide bomber.

  3. Wine is for drinking, not decorating your house. What is the purpose of displaying bottles (label up with the cork drying!) of wine that you won’t serve your guests? To prove that they are not special enough for your good bottles? That you have more money than sense? What a horrible way to treat people. I say everyone should shun the hostess from hell.

  4. I totally agree with your sister and her friend… Very very sorry this has occured. The sad thing is that no matter what route you took in an effort to make this right in her eyes IT would not have been good enough…. Very glad you spoke up when u made the drop! We are very happy to have you in our group! Look forward to seeing you soon!

    • thanks for the kudos for standing up for myself–it felt like the right thing to do, altough my brotherp-in-law said “NO! Why couldn’t you just have sent it to her and be done?!” But that would be a guy thing. Miss you! b

  5. Oh god, I’m so sorry you spent even a second feeling bad about this. What DRUGS was she on????? She clearly really wanted to make you feel like crap. And I’m SO glad you made the comment about not putting stuff out that people aren’t supposed to drink. If you want to display wine, put it in a shadowbox frame behind glass and hang it on the wall.

    And how condescending is this line? “.I never intended on opening it and even if I did it certainly wouldn’t have been for a Mom’s group Halloween party. ” If she never intended to open it then it doesn’t matter if you drank part of it, she can fill it up with water and food coloring. And snoot snoot snooty on the reference to “it certainly wouldn’t have been” part which while true comes off just nasty.

    Well, you certainly know her true colors, now, in spades.

    Next time I’m in town, let’s track her down and TP the house. With papier-mache.

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