Ho boy, this weekend is already curling around the edges, with me in the middle, sinking into a ball of tired.
I will keep it short, because my last post was a ridiculous drunkety ramble. I suppose that is sort of the point of this blorgarorg, but rambling is not something I do to impress myself.
Buy Barefoot Pinot Noir. Drink it when you want to experience bad metal bands or remember life through a fish-eye lens. Guys, don’t drink this wine. It’s terrible! I usually like Barefoot. Their red zin is one of my go-to wines. But seriously, I’d rather recommend a foot powder to sprinkle on your salad than this Pinot Noir.
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