Man, I had the shittiest day yesterday. People can be so fucked up sometimes.
There are moments when you’re on the road for a client, missing your wife and your daughter so damned much, and you’re like, wtf, I’m busting my ass for this shit?
By the time I got back to Austin from Houston, I was tired and depressed (AND I had to go out again to cover an event for another client).
Luckily, I made it home in time to kiss Georgia P goodnight: one smile and one kiss from her made it all worthwhile.
And when I finally got home around 9 p.m. and could finally take off my jacket and dress shoes and wash Houston’s swamp off of my skin, all I wanted was a groovy glass of wine.
And so we opened the 2011 Roussanne Stone Crusher by Donkey & Goat: Natural, orange, oxidized, crunchy, salty, and tannic (paired with roast chicken).
Why people get so freaked out about Natural wine, about orange wine, about wine that the rest of us like to drink… I’ll never understand.
I don’t go about telling the rich people how much their wine sucks.
Yesterday, someone tried to impress me with a bottle of The Prisoner and I simply replied, “well, it’s not really my speed.”
To the haters, I say, I know, it’s only orange wine, but I like it.
If I could win ya, if I could sing ya
A love song so divine
Would it be enough for your cheating heart
If I broke down and cried? If I cried?