On Sunday, after a long drive back from Las Vegas, we were chilling in the backyard at A.'s sister's house. S. asked if I'd like some wine. I said yes, and he poured some. It was sweet. Flavored with natural fruit flavors. And it was carbonated. And the bottle was HUGE. No, it wasn't a jeroboam. A sparkling desert wine or a summer rose. It was just bad wine with fruit flavor. It tasted like soda. I didn't complain. Not a peep.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I'm Not Judgmental
On Sunday, after a long drive back from Las Vegas, we were chilling in the backyard at A.'s sister's house. S. asked if I'd like some wine. I said yes, and he poured some. It was sweet. Flavored with natural fruit flavors. And it was carbonated. And the bottle was HUGE. No, it wasn't a jeroboam. A sparkling desert wine or a summer rose. It was just bad wine with fruit flavor. It tasted like soda. I didn't complain. Not a peep.
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