Last Friday, I saw a Broadway show, Private Lives, featuring one of my favorite actresses Kim Cattrall. At intermission, my friend offered to buy me a glass of wine, I accepted his invitation, but not without hesitation. Yes, an occasional afternoon glass of wine is delightful. But intermission wine is hardly like having sipping a glass of champagne at a cabaret in Paris. You can hardly taste it let alone enjoy the glass over an hour of thought provoking drama. After you wait in line and are served, you barely have time for two sips until an usher apologetically asks you to discard a practically full plastic glass of wine before entering the show. Left with two choices. You must decide whether to gulp and toss or water a plant and ditch the glass. Either way you waste a plastic cup, wine and $5 to $10.
