The Wine Whore

Randy Watson

The Wine Whore is a tell-all show revealing the affairs of Randy Watson as he funds his wine habits by “whoring” himself to the wine industry.

Randys bio:
My name is Randy Watson, I’m 30, and I’m a Wine Whore.

I wasn’t always addicted to wine…

Being born in North Miami Beach, Florida isn’t exactly the same as being raised amongst the rolling hills garnished by vineyards found in wine country. I grew up thinking I would become a doctor.

Instead of going to med school, I painfully worked through my MBA degree. Let me just say that “painful” doesn’t quite sum up how much it sucked having to get up, work a full day, take classes at night and then have to start it all over again the next day for almost four years. If I learned anything by this experience, I learned that I no longer wanted to spend time learning in a classroom. Instead of this grind, I wanted to learn about the world firsthand.

Where would anyone looking to satisfy their desire to learn about the world move to but the wonderful city of Tampa, FL. Okay, given the fact that I love wine, maybe this was a bad choice. Oddly enough, after living here for almost 5 years, I think I made a great decision. Life is good. The people I’ve met are among the best friends I could ever hope to have, I have a solid day job working as a Manager in I.T., and I will have been happily married for two years this coming February. (I have to tell you more about my honeymoon, but I’ll save that for another post)

You may be wondering, what does any of this have to do with wine?

The answer: absolutely nothing and everything all at the same time.

My affair with alcohol began with hard liquor. In high school I would drink the cheapest, crappiest vodka I could get my hands on. Looking back it seems pretty pathetic, but these are amongst some of the my fondest memories. I was young and stupid… really stupid. The thrill of discovery of how alcohol, when enjoyed responsibly of course, can lead to great conversations, fun, and friends made up for the lack of quality. The hangovers, on the other hand, were not so desirable.

In college drinking was very similar to high-school drinking. It wasn’t about quality, it was just about having fun.

At some point towards the end of college I enjoyed a first-class bottle of wine, a fine glass of Cognac, and a beautifully bold cigar. Although I couldn’t tell you exactly which bottle of wine it was, I could tell you exactly why I enjoyed it. Aside from a nice buzz, it tasted pure Zen.

It was at this point, I sought out perfection. The more I learned, the more I realized how little I really knew. I became addicted to this pursuit, spending much if not all of my free time, researching and learning. Unlike my immature high school days, my palate was thirsty for discovery. It didn’t take long before I became sick of scouring the internet and magazines only to find the same mundane information over and over again, I realized that there was only one way I could ever satisfy my addiction. It would be a sinfully dirty adventure that my liver would be sure to regret undertaking. I had no choice but to have an affair with wine…

It was at this point that I became The Wine Whore.