pouring samples of wine? It's big around here this time of year.
As it probably is everywhere.
This evening I was walking by, a guy was getting a sample;
He rather looked like he had a lot of "samples"
but anyway--- the wine guy looks at me and
says " Chardonnay?" in that instant I could smell
and taste it and it was very unpleasant. I just
said no thank you and walked on but it was
odd.
I can't even stand the thought of drinking! I guess
(well actually I KNOW) my last blowout was so bad
it's like the horror of it will never leave my subconscious
or something. Can't explain it but I like it.
Feels like slugging down alcohol is about as appealing
as drinking drain cleaner.
Weird
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