A text message arrives from my friend, Jen. She's given up on trying to pin me down for coffee, or for a proper, well-behaved, big girls' glass of wine at a reputable establishment to "catch up".
To say I've had a busy two months is a bit of an understatement; it's been more like trying to swim against the tide in shark-infested waters to an island that only gets further away.
Don't get me wrong, I pinch myself every day that I have one of the best jobs in the world (although the idea of being the All Blacks masseuse makes me seriously consider re-training), I'm also fortunate to attend some pretty fantastic wine events, but most of them involve work in some way.
So when Jen's text arrived saying, "Wine roulette round at Sarah's house. We're going to open a bunch of old wines and see if they're drinkable" - just for fun, no being nerdy and taking notes, no scores, no ratings, no stress - I was in.
And so it was that I found myself in Sarah's lounge with four other girlfriends, MTV blaring on the big screen, nibbling our way through a thigh-inflating platter of cheese and staring down the barrel of a selection of wines from way back in the mid-1980s.