stomps and swirls through the University Club tonight at 7-10pm. $30 buys your admission as well as a glass of Spanish red wine and tapas. This would be a romantic and impressive date. But not for me particularly, as I was once falsely accused of drinking a neighbour’s Spanish red wine on a babysitting job and got a talking to. It could be high time for me and Spanish wine to call a truce, though.