it tastes like the back of a fucking L.A. school bus

dont be fooled by the post about the gas company, for that was just a hiccup in one day of what has been a fabulous 2006 so far. i couldnt be in a better mood today, and i'm also very excited about doing this next month. it's almost 330 and i still havent had coffee, soda, or tea today...how am i not flipping out yet?

for those of you who doubted my class, dont be too ashamed. i mean, yes, it's a shameful thing, but you couldn't have possibly known i was this classy.


I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes. And if it's an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. I like how wine continues to evolve, like if I opened a bottle of wine today it would taste different than if I'd opened it on any other day, because a bottle of wine is actually alive. And it's constantly evolving and gaining complexity. That is, until it peaks, like your '61. And then it begins its steady, inevitable decline.