Now I'm getting a little age on me, my tastes have become a little more sophisticated. I'm considering giving up the Thunderbird and the Ripple and joining a wine club. That's what sophisticated people do. If you've noticed, it's that sophisticated lot who tell you what wine to drink, when to drink it, where the grapes came from and who picked them. They're usually the ones who constantly say "a meal without a perfect wine is like a day without sunshine." Of course, I'm thinking that on a day without sunshine, you can still get drunk. I also have to wonder about a "meal with a perfect wine." Is there such thing as the perfect alcohol beverage for breakfast? If you're drinking wine for breakfast, you're already passed the point of caring how perfect that bottle of fermented grapes really is.
Maybe I'm just not that sophisticated. Maybe I will just buy a heavy stick and beat defenseless grapes into my very own juicy pulp -- my very own wine club. And each slaying with the club, I'll just be sure to extend my pinky finger to show that I've got class.
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Saturday, March 01, 2008
Monday, April 09, 2007
The South Gets Sophisticated
It used to be that a good ol' redneck would have a gun rack in his back window. Now a-days, we live in kinder, gentler times. With the influx of people from west coast to the south, you're more like to see a redneck with a wine racker in his back window. "Pass me that there Chardonnay, Missy! While y'ur at it, reach in my truck toolbox and pull out my Dale Earnhardt commemorative corkscrew!." ::: sigh ::: It doesn't get better than this, I'm afraid.
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