These guys make some of the best Cabernet Franc and Riesling in the world. My job was to show Pie what we're doing locally for wine. He, being a Commie, brought me eight bottles of top examples of what's being made in Romania ("From each according to his grape, to...
End of the Retarded Waitress saga- she got fired. Spud had the pleasure of doing the deed. Enjoying a visit from Pie while Spud is in town and a few other close friends are dropping by. We're heading to a set of winery appointments today, so I don't have time to do...
And I can't even spell Gabriel. I'm blowing off work today to meet up with Prime at our mutual favorite spot. And it's an odd sort of amusement in a place with a much younger demographic to see the looks we get as the geriatric couple being all super-affectionate....
So because of reasons, we ended up having five dogs around us last night. Not five little yap yaps, but five big, hulking dogs. All of whom got one another excited. And to make it worse, they all hadn't met before and were thrown together, with many fights...
I look at the calendar in disbelief. I t can’t possibly be… fuck, it is. And Links to prove it.
Just a few little tidbits from my weekend in NPR Land- then Links
There’s a couple of VERY unhappy carnivores in western New York. And they’re not going to read the Links.
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Not gallivanting in remote places this weekend, or at least not TOO remote, so it’s me with the Links.
There’s a reason I’m doing Links today instead of this weekend- guilt.
I do not dance. I hate to dance. But I’m spending a weekend watching others dance. And writing Links.
Had a few friends in. There’s pluses and minuses. And Links.
But not yet. There are Links, though, to get you by until I can write funny stories.
Insert generic Links preview statement here.
Joemala was deemed enough SugarFree for one day. After all, artificial sweeteners are cancer and shit. So I’m doing the Links, given that I don’t even have a modicum of sweetness anywhere in my personality.
Living dangerously today. Links are the safest part.
It’s hard to believe that there’s only two of them. Maybe they’ll leave me alone long enough to do Links.
Wherein I return from a voyage amongst a foreign tribe, bearing Links.
The things guys will do when there’s women involved… but still, Links.
Weekend with NPR Lady ends in fireworks.
That just seemed weird to type, but because we have Monday off, it’s true. Anyway, Links.
Another month passes as if nothing. But Links will salve the anxiety caused by the rush of time.
Surprise, surprise, heading north to see the NPR Lady. But not until I do Links because priorities.
There’s sort of a vague Whitman pun. Very vague. Links are more direct.
And as we pass another day without Sloopy and Banjos, you are again being subjected to me. Ignore me. Read Links.