Cyrus, pt. 2

That title probably only makes sense to one other person, but so be it.
I went into NYC yesterday to visit my first roommate in Jersey, circa 5 years ago, who happened to be passing through town for business. He markets Austrian wine, and he was in town for a wine tasting of several of the vintners that he represents.
I was just planning to meet him after this event and then go grab some drinks and food. However, the event wasn't finished, so I was invited to the tasting of seven austrian wines, which was cool.
I've never been to a wine tasting before, and I had absolutely no idea what to do to not make a fool of myself except be quiet, swirl the wine in the glass, smell (what for, don't know) and pretend to ponder it importantly, and drink. That part I got down. I was more worried about tipping over a glass, which with the way everything was set up, would have caused a jarring and embarrassing domino effect.
You'll be happy to know I did not break anything.
After the tasting, this CEO big shot who happens to be a big fan of Austrian wine and had worked in Graz invites my friend Andreas, another vintner representative, and the event coordinator to dinner. By virtue of being friends with Andreas and being at the right place at the right time, I was invited along as well.
Now, I've been around hotels and fancy restaurants my whole life, so I'm usually not fazed by them. I'm a rather simple person and they don't do anything for me. However, this place that Mr. CEO chose was completely out of my league, which makes me happy he was paying. I swear I didn't know what half the stuff on menu was, and I'd probably rather not know. I'm sure he dropped close to $400 for dinner for 5 people, and that's probably nothing for him. Craft, at Union Square, is excellent, by the way.
Turns out he was president of Maserati at one point. Holy crap.
I ended up taking a late ass train home, so now I'm kinda running on fumes.