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Yesterday’s celebration, with the added bonus of choice selections from The Beatles’ catalog, courtesy of @curt_barlage…
When your stay also requires the need to sweat out unpalatable wines…
Ran into this feller while down in Paso. He pops up from time to time in IG Metro ads. Perhaps you’re acquainted?
The only way to combat this heat is with the almighty power of grape juice…
Every time I come here, I have an uncontrollable compulsion to dance amongst the vineyards like I’m Julie Andrews. Or Clark Griswold.
Been over a decade since last I visited. And the vino is still on point. 👌🏽
Been “cellaring” this beauty for over a decade, now. Last night I noticed there was a leak coming from the cork. How long, one might inquire? To which I can only shrug my shoulders. If I believed in the nonsense of astrology (not a real science), or the poorly written tales of the Bible (I’ve read better works of fiction in children’s books), I may have been so inclined to consider the realization of this, the night before St. Paddy’s Day, to be some sort of celestial, ethereal, or empyrean revelation. The meddling hand of divinity hard at work, if you will (God wants my thirst quenched, thus it shall be so). But I don’t, and this just means the wine within will either taste like what believers refer to as “Manna from Heaven,” or a delicious vinegar for my salad. Preferably the former. Now, let us pray. *nyuk, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk*
Thanks to the creative ingenuity of @c.a.mbur, I now have a brilliantly crafted “Cure” inspired pillow for those lonely, desperately sorrowful nights that find me wallowing in the miasma of regretful decisions of the past. Decisions such as the spontaneity several hours prior to partake in the consumption of entire bags of potato chips. *sniffles*
Some pre-viewing literature before diving into “Judas and the Black Messiah”...
On this day in popular, fictional literary history, the Fellowship of the Ring set out on their journey to Mordor from Rivendell. Oh, and a kid named Jesus was birthed from the magical womb of his mother, Mary. 👶🏽
Endeavoring to cork away a 2016 Justin Isosceles this evening. Yup, the entire bottle. Additionally, I'll also be corking away four years of anxiety, which, similarly, commenced at the prologue of this vintage. Fun Fact: my 80-something Mormon Korean neighbor just told me she voted for Biden. Surprises seem to be multifarious and strewn about generously today, it would appear. 🖖🏽
For all you married folk - Orange County's got you covered....
