Holy Crap.

If that’s all I say then
that should motivate you
to sell everything and
get to the liquor store.

It took me a “few sips”
to get into it, but this
wine is…

I DON’T KNOW.

GOOD?

I don’t even know where
the wine comes from. Yet.

Don’t care.

Didn’t bother reading the label.

I still haven’t “gone educational”
and I’m past the shoulder.

Taurus?

Sagittarius?

Oh, how silly of me…

I CAN’T HELP IT.

This Pinot Noir goes with yellow pants.

Swiveling hips.

Harmony.

Brown skin.

Brotherly love.

Puppies and kittens.

Warm solar rays on a cold day.

Commission-free option trades.

Oops, I’m Earthbound and down…

And for the record…

Brown Lab: Am I your favorite
thing?
OWTN: Well Sweetie, there are
lots of “things” out there.
BL: Well, am I your favorite
BROWN thing?
OTWN: I don’t know. There’s
chocolate and…
BL: Then am I your favorite brown
thing that poops in the yard?
OTWN (thinking seriously):
Well maybe. At least until
I catch Halle Berry
poopin’ in my yard.

Totally irrelevant nonsense…

I quit watching “movies” because
I’m too old.

But, but, but, I just
discovered “John Wick 3”.

First Look at Halle Berry in John Wick: Chapter 3

Hmmmmm, perhaps a dopamine bath.

Look at those GSDs. Based upon their
“positioning”, I’d say they are more
intelligent than central bankers.

See how “interesting” this wine
is?

Saint Peter: Why does your brain
look like swiss cheese?
OTWN: I lived on Earth.
SP: Why didn’t you take drugs
like everybody else?
OTWN: I wasn’t thinking.
SP: Nobody else was. Why should
you be different?
OTWN: I drank Pinot Noir.
SP: Ah yes. What kind did
you like the best?
OTWN: I don’t know. My eyesight
got blurry by the time I
got curious about what I was
drinking.
SP: Saint Gregory should be able
to fix your eyesight.
OTWN: Which one?
SP: Huh?
OTWN: Which saint, not which eye,
don’t be silly.
SP: Go stand in the corner and
don’t trip over those CAB drinkers.

Prequel…

St. Gregory (du jour): How can
I help you my son?
OTWN: I can’t read the bottle
label.
SG: Let me have a taste.
OTWN (hedging the risk that he
could be talking to an ex-Pope.):
I thought you were “all-knowing”.
SG: I am. But I’m thirsty too.
OTWN: Well?
SG: This wine hails from an area
just a bit south of MY DOMAIN.
OTWN: Is that bad?
SG: Let me have another sip.

Jeopardy…

Answer: Sonoma Coast

OWTN Question: What is the
California AVA that encompasses
a confusing area of land that
produces wines that only
saints and lemming herders
can love?.

Long live lemming herders.

And pilgrims that can cover
the 80 miles from from Bodega Bay
to Mendocino without dying
of thirst.

(I’m leaving the saints to fend
for themselves and I don’t care
if the pilgrims are long-lived.)

Might I suggest that they
(saints, lemmings, and
pilgrims) fill their
camel packs with
THIS WINE.

(I’m an equal opportunity
offerer of fine wine advice.)

UN
FREAKING
BE
LEE
VA
BULL

Hang in there.

P.S.

Imaginary Editor: You
didn’t say anything intelligent
about the wine.
OTWN: What wine?
IE: The Ant wine.
OTWN: I don’t remember
drinking it.
IE: But you just finished
half a bottle.
OTWN: It must have been
good.
IE: Well then write something
intelligent.
OTWN: I’m an option trader dude,
not a silly wine lover.
IE: Let me see your P&L.
OTWN: Here.
IE (after reading the P&L):
Let me pour you another drink
while you reconsider your forte.