I don't know wines. I don't drink wine. We were at Stino da Napoli Wednesday because Mark came home -- any excuse to go to Stino's is a good excuse. At the table behind me was a couple, who ordered a bottle of wine. The waiter poured a little in a glass, and the guy swirled and smelled the wine and said, "Very nice." The waiter then poured.
I have never seen anyone in any place I've eaten say the wine was bad. "Oh, no ... this sucks. Take it back and bring me your finest Ripple."
I'm sure there are differences in taste, smell, dryness, wetness, and staining clothes, but why didn't Andy send back the wine after smelling the cork -- how could a bottle of wine be worth it?
The Ohio State-Michigan game is tomorrow. My friend, DT, is a phys. ed. teacher in elementary school in central Ohio, about forty minutes from Ohio Stadium. He stuck to his long-standing policy, which is actually in writing, and gave the third-grader a choice, take off the Michigan shirt and wear the OSU 2002 National Champions T-shirt or sit out of gym class. The little bugger wised up -- put on the scarlet-and-gray. What were those parents thinking?
The President's Cup international golf match is being played in South Africa, Michelle's stomping ground. I'm sure she'll be getting her exercise walking the course, watching the Americans whip the rest of the world.
Posted by Bill at November 21, 2003 11:00 AMwell, are we gonna set up that candid camera deal or not? that fucker will pay for his arrogance!!!
Posted by: mark at November 21, 2003 12:27 PMHow's it going with the stalker? Just remember, here at weapons-r-us we have all the firepower and explosives you need to rid your neighborhood of those pesky murderous criminals.
Seriously, be careful.
Poor Andy, he'll never touch wine again.
Posted by: Anji at November 22, 2003 01:02 AM