November 13th is my grandmother’s birthday. Today she is 84 year old. My granny has always been superstitious. She married a guy who’s birthday fell on the 13th. All her passwords have the 13 number in it. Every 13th of the month she lights a candle, and when she plays lotto, she always bets on the 13. Highly influenced by her, I too make extensive use of the number 13.

Surprisingly, I opened my mail box this afternoon, and there was the results of the WSET Advanced Sommelier exam I took back in September. It was like opening the Oscars envelope. There it was: PASS WITH DISTINCTION. I couldn’t believe it.  A sudden burst of pride and happiness came over me. OMG! Are you kidding? Distinctions? Oh!

It wasn’t until I made a bunch of phone calls, scram on the street and told everyone I know about it, that I realized it happened on a Friday 13th. Surreal. My grandma is right. After all, there is something about the 13th.