I didn’t take notes because
I would have felt like Lenny
if I did.
My existing notes tell me that
my memory isn’t THAT bad.
Now if I can just remember that
I don’t need to “try” this one
again.
Saint Peter: OMG, you died drinking
an Austrian rosé. How horrible!
OTWN: Not really, the wine keeps
getting better.
SP: I mean, YOU’RE DEAD.
OTWN: What kind of wine
should I have been drinking?
SP: How about a CAB?
OTWN: That would be the death of me.
SP: Exactly.
Saint Peter: Look at me. I can’t
see your face.
OTWN: I grew up in the 60s.
SP: So. You’re bald now.
Quit pretending you have hair.
OTWN: I thought I would be
RESTORED here.
SP: You were born bald.
OTWN: I can’t win.
SP: What game do you think
we’re playing?
OTWN: Winner take all?
SP: What’s YOUR ante?
OTWN: I still have half of
this St. Laurent.
SP: WE win. Go stand in
the corner.
I can’t help being Goofy,
I’m having A Momentary
Lapse of Reason…
This is the only
thing I can think of as
I sip this wine.
Suspended animation,
a state of bliss.
Almost sweet.
Fruit salad slurpee.
I don’t care WHAT
the flavors are.
THEY’RE DELICIOUS.
When I pulled this one
out of the cooler this
morning I HOPED for something
like this, but THIS
is way beyond my
expectation.
“Program…”
6am: Check global markets
7am: Coffee
8am: Check outstanding
stock options positions
prior to market open.
9am: After assessing
current market situation
and adjusting positions
accordingly, select
wine to be consumed
with lunch and move
(the wine) from cooler
to fridge.
10am: Start “cooking” lunch.
10:30am: Hurry up.
There’s no excessive
acidity nor is there a
cloying sweetness.
Just a seductive
“in between”.
I have fruit flies
arriving from Iowa.
There are no rotting
melons in the garden
this year, so
it must be the wine.
What’s in this bottle?
Since it’s Austrian, let’s
guess that it’s that PN
“similar” grape whose name
escapes me.
Not Zweigelt, the other red
from Austria. (St. Laurent?)
Let’s see.
OK, I missed by the sum
of a vineyard’s row lengths.
One minute you think
you know something about
wine, and the next minute
you are an idiot.
Ahhh, ignorance…
Learning never tasted
so good.
First when there’s nothing
But a slow budding flower
That your anticipation seems to hide
Deep inside your mind
All alone, I have made
little pools full of drool
In a fermentation made of steel
Made of stone
Well, I hear the crush
Close my eyes, smell the fumes
Wrap around, take a hold of my heart
What a feeling
Being’s believing
I can have it all
Now I’m drinking for my life
Take your palate
And make it happen
The MUST comes alive
You can drink right through your life
Now I hear the cork pop
Close my eyes, I am seduced
In a flash, it takes hold of my heart
What a feeling, being’s believing
I can have it all
Now I’m drinking for my life
Take your palate
And make it happen
The MUST comes alive
Now I’m drinking through my life
What a feeling
What a feeling (I am Wine now)
Being’s believing (I am Rosé now)
The MUST comes alive
You can drink right through your life
What a feeling (I can really have it all)
What a feeling
(The MUST comes alive when I call)
I can have it all (I can really have it all)
Have it all (MUST comes alive when I call)
(Call, call ,call, call, what a feeling)
I can have it all (being’s believing)
Being’s believing (take your palate)
(Make it happen) Make it happen
(What a feeling) What a feeling
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