It feels as though it has happened, scents of sunscreen and chlorine have vanished into the grey cold air for this, our tenth, year of the 00's. I find myself reaching for my sunglasses strictly due to habit and with little sense of purpose. I have debuted my Stanfields long johns and have turned a blind eye to my Conair trimmer that usually, once a month, navigates the delicate ridges of my testicles.
A friend of mine put it best as we recollected of the not so far off days of puncturing mini kegs with river bank pebbles while lying fetal in rubber tubes.
"It's drinking season"
Though there are many ways of keeping warm in this season we find ourselves in, I have a couple of favorite ways, as I'm sure you do.
Bottles:
The Show- Cab Sav/California
Ruffino-Orvieto/Italy
Bumps:
Grinds:
Light a candle, pour a glass, rub an oiled back, and do it to the slow sweet melodies that make you the wettest, if thats even a word.
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