I began to sweat when I was preparing to open a beautiful bottle of wine at someone's house when the unexpected unfolded.
The corkscrew had a rubber cork attached and it would not unscrew; it came undone when I attempted to twist off the cork. I relaxed and took this new world experience in stride and cut off the cork carefully from the corkscrew and opened up the beautiful wine. From here on, I carry a backup corkscrew just like a backup gun. This is what you call a twisted experience!
Stressed Out Wine Drinker
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Poem About Wine
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,I look at, and I sigh.
William Butler Yeats
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,I look at, and I sigh.
William Butler Yeats
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