hmmmmmmmmmmmm, and what about when you go camping with a lovely bottle of Painted Wolf red , only to realise in the middle of now-where that you forgot the picnic basket with the fat-bottomed glasses- bottoms up and drink straight out of the bottle!
This post is on how to be an asshole about the glass you’re drinking out of even when you don’t quite yet know how to be an asshole about what is in it.
There must have been a moment where you were in that ever-so-awkward position at your rich friend’s house when they asked you to grab wine glasses down from their shelf–inadvertently forcing you to choose between a few varieties. Hence, exposing the fact that you have absolutely no idea what the hell you are doing. Yeah. I haven’t had that moment either. Most likely because my friends are still drinking wine out of game-day cups and stolen beer pints–much like myself on non-dishwashing days.
But, one day my fellow thirty-pressers–we will have it. And we need to know what to put that delectable under $20 wine in. At the very least, to prevent ourselves from being cast down…
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Thanks for reflagging my post–glad you enjoyed it! Bisous! -C. PS I love your blog, too, by the way. I’m looking forward to learning (and reading) more!