What Are You Waiting For Day

Saturday, February 28 was Open That Bottle Night. Great article in the Wall Street Journal about it, full of anecdotes, tips, and advice written by Dorothy J. Gaiter and John Brecher, the creators of Open That Bottle Night.

They’re wine experts and they want you to quit saving that bottle of wine for a special occasion.

The occasions never seem to be special enough, so the bottle just sits. Open the wine, recall the reasons … the memories … the special events you saved it for in the first place.

Enjoy it!

Most important tip ”” be sure to have a back-up bottle in case yours has turned to vinegar. That could really put a damper on the festivities.

I really like this idea because, though I’m not a big wine drinker, I’ve started to use the teapot I bought in Winchester, England when I was a student there. It was crazy of 20-year-old me to think I could cart home a teapot, four cups and saucers and expect them to remain unshattered. But I was blessed with the optimism of youth. And sturdy luggage.


My teapot has always had a prominent place in the house, but for years I just glanced at it occasionally, reaching past it for some other kitchen gadget. I worried about breaking it and set it up high in the hutch twenty-some years ago when we started having kids.

But the first of these kids ”” my daughter ”” spent a semester in London recently and took a day trip full of perfect coincidence and charming serendipity to Winchester, to see this magical town where her parents lived for a short time, but talk about constantly.

Because of her trip, we’re back in touch with a zillion old Chapman College (now Chapman University) pals and seeing oodles of amusing photos from that time. Halloween costumes, unfortunate hair, shiny grins with a mouth full of metal. Ah, good times.

Anyway, memories keep flooding back. One was how my American roommate, Leslie, would put 20 pence on the porch of our house in Winchester before she went to bed and magically, in the morning there would be a bottle of milk waiting for her. We’d use the cream at the top in our tea, and she’d drink the rest. It was the beginning of my long friendship with tea. Unfortunately, I’ve lost touch with Leslie.

I noticed my teapot recently and stopped what I was doing to make a pot of tea, savoring both the warmth in my cup and the warmth of those days gone by. I’ve been making a pot of tea most evenings since then.

Why did I wait all these years to get reacquainted with my teapot?

As of this minute I am launching What Are You Waiting For Day. To be celebrated whenever, wherever and with whomever you want. The more often, the better!

Life is short ”” you never know what tomorrow will bring. Live your life … enjoy your special things … eat your hot dogs off Grandma’s china tonight … take that quilt off the wall and wrap up in it while you read to the kids … use a different spoon from your State Parks Spoon Collection to stir your coffee every day.

But remember where you got it ”” and why you saved it.


What are your special things? How will you start celebrating What Are You Waiting For Day?

0 thoughts on “What Are You Waiting For Day”

  1. Wendy (the mermaid girl)

    I have always wondered why people, myself included, don’t use their “special things”. We store them and when we die our special things and the memories attached to those things end up on the Goodwill shelf being manhandled by some e-bayer. I don’t want my memories to be sold to the highest bidder like a bull’s essence at stock show time. No, I want to bask in all the good of past years, and if something should break, rip or wear, at least I can be comforted that I have the ability to still recall these times. It is not the item but the meaning I attach to the item that sets it apart and makes it precious. So here’s to the Becky What Are You Waiting For Day. : )

  2. I’m sorry, I’m still stuck on the opening of this piece– there are people who open bottles of wine and don’t finish them? Wow. Who knew?

    1. Liz, my dear, put the wineglass(es) down and re-read more carefully this time. There are strange creatures who keep entire bottles of wine UNOPENED to save for a special occasion.

      I’m guessing a bottle of wine has met its match in you.

  3. Last week I opened a bottle of Jerry Garcia’s wine I think I had saved for about 18 months. In that amount of time, I had already forgotten who gave it to me and why…I just said “F*@k it, I want a glass of wine and I don’t feel like driving to the liquor store.” It really wasn’t so much what are you waiting for–besides, I can still keep the bottle.

    1. Claudia, it may not adhere to the loosely defined rules of What Are You Waiting For Day, but it surely covers the spirit of the holiday. So, cheers to you! And since you don’t remember the facts surrounding your bottle, you can make up ANYTHING! I think probably Jerry Garcia gave it to you after you toured with him that summer.

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