Thursday, February 11, 2010

Here we go again.  So I had a red eye flight back to New Jersey for a 43 hour stint with the lady.  What better way to pregame our trip than to go out for a schmoke and a pancake, or an appetizer and a bottle.  With our bags packed we set off to the land of Little Italy.  We were repeat offenders of the same wine bar from a while ago for which I do not remember the name.  For the sole purpose of relaxing and reaching our zen, the mud pie of Calistoga Cellars Merlot 2005 was written on our tablet.  Straight up 14.1% content was there on my shoulder wispering soft beatiful night time stories.  The drip on the label was from me unable to wait for a glass and taking the juice straight from the bottle infront of the waitress.   Life was looking good for Amy and me until a table of neighbors arrived.  The traveling pants party with the ya ya sister hood was sitting next to us with megaphones on their voice boxes and hate in their hearts.  We were lucky that we were sitting outside because it muffled the cackling band of parrots.  In the spirst of the DoDo birds nexts to us, the wine was extra primo good.  The legs were like pink triangles set to 180 degrees of perfection.  The flavors were aboundant and complimented the choice appetizers.  Needless to say we were ready for the open sky.  Peace be the journey...

Until the end of the next bottle...

Bill

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