The Vancouver Wine Festival, housed in the Convention Centre, promised to be a splendid affair. Three days and nights of tastings and seminars about wine, grapes, growers. I would see bottles of Dom Perignon and reds from the Rhone Valley. And I would get to taste them!  I signed up as a volunteer, thinking to get right into the heat of the action. When I was assigned to Spit Bucket Patrol, I was intrigued and still eager to volunteer and be able to attend this event.  Little did I know what gruesome sights awaited me! Picture vats and vats of regurgitated wine.  Now inhale.  Yes, the fumes are earthshaking.