I woke up in Kennett Square yesterday. I tried to sober up by eating the cheese of a goat. I couldn't shake the people I was with. Blazered, appropriate types. The folks who know a thing or two about wine. I sniff the bouquet and tell them, "Mmm, I smell that it is wet, and alcoholic."
Sunday, November 4, 2007
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