I had the Cava
with potato chips
for brunch, then with
breaded fish fillets
a little later.
I don’t understand why
“the bubbly” and chips
aren’t required fare for all
“Earthlings of sufficient
longevity”.
At a recent visit
to the Paola store, I
picked up another bottle
of the French “bubbly” from the
the original bubbly and
underappreciated region of Limoux.
While staring at the
fizzy offerings, I scanned
for a Cava.
Especially since
Penedes Cava (Penny)
would be THE CAUSE.
She has flowing
black hair, dark
hazelnut eyes and
an ever so lightly
bronzed complexion.
With an effervescent
personality.
I said my prayers
BEFORE I opened the
bottle but I doubt
that will help.
When YOU open the
bottle, you have to
be careful not
to be sucked back
into the it after
the pressure is
released.
I used a vice-grip
pliers to open the
silly thing because
I’m an options trader
and can’t spend my
day chanting in an
effort to remove the cork.
The warning on the
label states that
there is no lifeguard
on duty inside the bottle.
This wine came in
a “prescribed” case
focused on VALUE.
From Spain predominately.
(I’m curious as to
whether the doctor
ventures outside of
Spain for value.)
I was ecstatic when
I saw this one in
the case.
(Actually, this one
might have been
delivered in a separate
bag because the bottle
was TOO FAT TO FIT
IN THE CASE.)
It’s time for some
food, but first I
have to go write
“You’re an idiot”
on my bathroom
mirror and hope that
my wife doesn’t
go in there before
I do.
But, but, but…
What’s the wine like?
It’s like playing
kiss the bottle with
the Rockettes.
Or Chippendales,
if you are a
female member of
the opposite sex.
Obviously, most of us
don’t drink “THE
BUBBLY” every day
because the world
would be a better
place if we did.
And we don’t want THAT.
Better to suffer and
complain, and drink
still wine.
Can we have Champagne
with the orange cake?
Shut up and drink your
powdered milk.
Day Two…
I did the vacuum
pump thing on this
one in hopes that
it might help
preserve the fizz.
(Actually, this
doesn’t make sense
but I had to do
SOMETHING.)
Good enough.
This has been
a real treat.
I was kind to myself
yesterday, so I have
plenty of this one
to drink today.
I expect my mind
to start drifting
away any minute now.
…
Why DON’T WE drink
the sparklers everyday?
For breakfast preferably.
I DON’T KNOW.
In the 1960s,
people drank TANG.
And powdered lemonade.
That’s quite insane.
Too much TV I suspect.
(Yes, we also ate “TV”
dinners.)
NOW, I’m thinking
about seeking out
bubbly from ALL OVER
THE PLACE.
I DON’T KNOW, but
I suspect that I
couldn’t fill
a shopping cart
(say two cases) with
these kinds of wine
at the LARGEST wine
superstore in the
KC area and still
have a bank balance.
Since I’m an EARLY
DRINKER, this is
a mouth watering
ambition.
If life wasn’t challenging
we wouldn’t need
shrinks that don’t
drink TANG for breakfast.
Option Trader: None of my
trades work out unless
I make them after 12:30PM
or so.
Shrink: What time do you
start drinking?
OT: As early as possible.
S: Try getting up earlier.
The French start trading
while you’re still dreaming
about naked puts.
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