Red, Red Wine

This is a essay I did for English class. It was a description essay.

Wine is a classy person's way of getting hammered. Some say the glass is half full: some say it's half empty. I drink the whole thing to solve the problem. I love wine. I drink one glass of wine for my health, and the other three glasses for my confidence, sarcasm, spectacular singing voice, witty comebacks, and flawless dance moves. I am not an alcoholic. Alcoholics go to meetings; I party.

Have you ever had a decent glass of red wine? The color is gloomy, ruby red. The translucent wine glass holds the crimson liquid, waiting to grace your lips. The smell is phenomenal. It indeed smells of grapes, for that is what wine is made of. There is an addition captivating smell. It smells flowery with a hint of vinegar. The aroma is intoxicating, enticing you into a giant gulp. When your hand finally permits you to bring the crystal glass to your lips, the intoxicating liquid is dispensed onto your tongue, bringing your taste buds to full attention, almost as if they are dancing. Every fiber in your body is now alert. At first your tongue is caught off guard by this foreign taste, but the second sip is the deal breaker. After your taste buds alter to the taste, you being to relax. Now, the drink is enjoyable and addicting. soon, you lose count of the amount you have drunk. Feel the blood course through your body.

Now you feel like you can sing just like Adele. The way your sarcasm works, everyone is going to think you're a natural comedian. You have better comebacks that the Broncos. The best part about the wine is your dance moves. You have moves like Jagger now, baby! One glass of wine can do you right; imagine the whole bottle!