Unlike milk, you are allowed to cry over spilled wine.
I’ve probably made it crystal clear to you that I love wine. And I’m not your causal wine drinker, either. My friends and family have come to know me as the local (amateur) wine snob who they can call (or drag out to the liquor store) for a recommendation.
It’s great to come together for a meal (or wine and cheese and cured meats and fancy olives and dried fruits and artisanal crackers…not that I’m being specific or anything) with friends, but being the host can be stressful.