Christ, how lovely!!
When was the last time I had an actual French Bordeaux??? It seems like a light year. My mouth almost didn't know what to do with it.
Around here, everybody drinks American wine -- California, Oregon, Washington State; or Australian -- Shiraz, Shiraz, Shiraz. And now Malbecs are everywhere, too. I'm not a big fan of Malbec.
It is so hard to find French wine around here. Well, you get maybe 3 selections and 2 of them are usually some sort of B&G table wine thing -- which, to me, is only something you'd buy in a dire emergency. Like, for instance, if you're at a Speedway gas station in the middle of, say, Wyoming and there is no other "store" for a hundred miles and the only French red they sell is a B&G table wine thing; okay, then you buy it and you praise God while you're doing it, too; you're so fucking grateful. (Oh ha ha ha -- like a gas station anywhere is going to sell a bottle of wine that has a cork in it.) (Trust me; I've been in situations like that. For instance, my honeymoon when Wayne & I drove out West and back and we were frequently in the wilds of nowhere and desperate for a bottle of red that might have a cork in it.) (Oh! And I have since learned to never travel without my own corkscrew, too! What good is a bottle of red with a cork in it if you can't get the fucking cork out???) (And what is with these new screw-top caps and plastic corks in nicer wines? I know, I know: eco-friendly. But, Jesus, what about those corks from Paradise's past that could give your nose an orgasm just from the smell??? I don't see that happening with a screw-top cap or a plastic cork; do you?? Sniffing screw-top caps seems like you're heading into strange fetish territory, doesn't it? I've got enough trouble explaining the strange fetishes I already have.)
It is so frustrating to think of the unbelievable assortment of French wines I used to be able to get down on any corner from any of my apartments in Manhattan. When was the last time I even saw a St. Emilion, for instance??? Jesus, I can't remember. I used to love St. Emilion wines. In New York, it was so easy it was like going to a MacDonald's around here. Just go down to the corner, go into the local wine shop, walk up to the counter:
Them: "Can I help you?"
Me: "Yes, I'd like a large St. Emilion to go, please."
Them: "Do you want any fries with that?"
Okay, I'm making that up about the french fries. Plus, you need a whole lot of heavy stuff like meat when you're drinking St. Emilion; not french fries, but you get my drift, I'm sure: Buying French wine in NYC is easy!
So last night was like heaven. It was really hard for me to not keep pouring the Bordeaux, you know?? Jesus. I did have quite a lot. But Sunset was a fun movie and, heck, it was Friday night and the French/English screenplay thingie is finally off my plate and all I have looking at me this weekend is working on the new story. Then the new lawncare guy is stopping by later today to look at my various gardens that need a ton of help before Spring springs into gear. (Which reminds me, the Scott's lawncare guy came by while I was out watching Rango yesterday. He came before I had a chance to pre-pay for the entire summer and get the discount. Me thinks that someone working over there at Scott's Lawn Service is going to get a rather whiney phone call from moi today!!) But anyway. I didn't care how much I drank last night. I'm going to have a really relaxing weekend, which is unheard of for me. And I still have a little bit of Bordeaux left. I will probably finish it off while watching the late, great Rodney Dangerfield in Back to School. (I'm so serious!!) (Well, either that or something more sweeping like Nicholas & Alexandra !) (Nah, I think I'm going to go with Back to School!)
On that insane note, gang, I'm outta here! Have a wonderful weekend, wherever you are!! And thanks for visiting! See ya.
[Unlikeliest place on earth to find a nice red wine with a cork in it. Trust me; I've been there, tried it, failed miserably. Learn from my mistakes, won't you??? Those billboards don't lie!]
Around here, everybody drinks American wine -- California, Oregon, Washington State; or Australian -- Shiraz, Shiraz, Shiraz. And now Malbecs are everywhere, too. I'm not a big fan of Malbec.
It is so hard to find French wine around here. Well, you get maybe 3 selections and 2 of them are usually some sort of B&G table wine thing -- which, to me, is only something you'd buy in a dire emergency. Like, for instance, if you're at a Speedway gas station in the middle of, say, Wyoming and there is no other "store" for a hundred miles and the only French red they sell is a B&G table wine thing; okay, then you buy it and you praise God while you're doing it, too; you're so fucking grateful. (Oh ha ha ha -- like a gas station anywhere is going to sell a bottle of wine that has a cork in it.) (Trust me; I've been in situations like that. For instance, my honeymoon when Wayne & I drove out West and back and we were frequently in the wilds of nowhere and desperate for a bottle of red that might have a cork in it.) (Oh! And I have since learned to never travel without my own corkscrew, too! What good is a bottle of red with a cork in it if you can't get the fucking cork out???) (And what is with these new screw-top caps and plastic corks in nicer wines? I know, I know: eco-friendly. But, Jesus, what about those corks from Paradise's past that could give your nose an orgasm just from the smell??? I don't see that happening with a screw-top cap or a plastic cork; do you?? Sniffing screw-top caps seems like you're heading into strange fetish territory, doesn't it? I've got enough trouble explaining the strange fetishes I already have.)
It is so frustrating to think of the unbelievable assortment of French wines I used to be able to get down on any corner from any of my apartments in Manhattan. When was the last time I even saw a St. Emilion, for instance??? Jesus, I can't remember. I used to love St. Emilion wines. In New York, it was so easy it was like going to a MacDonald's around here. Just go down to the corner, go into the local wine shop, walk up to the counter:
Them: "Can I help you?"
Me: "Yes, I'd like a large St. Emilion to go, please."
Them: "Do you want any fries with that?"
Okay, I'm making that up about the french fries. Plus, you need a whole lot of heavy stuff like meat when you're drinking St. Emilion; not french fries, but you get my drift, I'm sure: Buying French wine in NYC is easy!
So last night was like heaven. It was really hard for me to not keep pouring the Bordeaux, you know?? Jesus. I did have quite a lot. But Sunset was a fun movie and, heck, it was Friday night and the French/English screenplay thingie is finally off my plate and all I have looking at me this weekend is working on the new story. Then the new lawncare guy is stopping by later today to look at my various gardens that need a ton of help before Spring springs into gear. (Which reminds me, the Scott's lawncare guy came by while I was out watching Rango yesterday. He came before I had a chance to pre-pay for the entire summer and get the discount. Me thinks that someone working over there at Scott's Lawn Service is going to get a rather whiney phone call from moi today!!) But anyway. I didn't care how much I drank last night. I'm going to have a really relaxing weekend, which is unheard of for me. And I still have a little bit of Bordeaux left. I will probably finish it off while watching the late, great Rodney Dangerfield in Back to School. (I'm so serious!!) (Well, either that or something more sweeping like Nicholas & Alexandra !) (Nah, I think I'm going to go with Back to School!)
On that insane note, gang, I'm outta here! Have a wonderful weekend, wherever you are!! And thanks for visiting! See ya.
[Unlikeliest place on earth to find a nice red wine with a cork in it. Trust me; I've been there, tried it, failed miserably. Learn from my mistakes, won't you??? Those billboards don't lie!]
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