Yeah, but wine has taste. Vodka is so bad you could package it in old garbage cans and no one would ever know.
I sure as hell hope that a new phone and helping with a benefit for a friend's terminally ill son turns this weekend around.
Eye-ties are the worst when it comes to cold. If it drops below 60, they put on their puffy jackets. Below 50, and they let their cars idle to warm up before they drive them.
Black Box is decent, but for my money it doesn't get better than Bota Box. I've loved all of the varieties of them that I've tried. For a lower end boxed wine, Peter Vella is my go to. It's noticeably better than Franzia or Almadan and about the same price. Pro-tip for serving boxed wine without looking like a hick to the uninformed: Pour it into a bottle like the one below before they come over or you leave, you can get them for like $2.
Boxes are completely normal over here, and you can get great ones at any of the state-owned liquor stores. Still not exactly the most fancy way to serve, but if it's an informal occasion with friends, generally people will serve from the box. While I can see how this would bother the snobs, I don't see why this should bother major companies. Start selling the lower end, "day to day" stuff in boxes as well. When you want the good shit, you're not going to be buying a box anyway. Wait, we're still talking about Bourbon, right?
The cute, kind of trashy redhead cutting my hair this afternoon asked me if I wanted her to cut the extra long eyebrows. So, all you girls that profess an interest in gentlemen several years older than you better realize that around 39 is when the crazy long eyebrow gene turns on.
What the FUCK? I just got home from running a quick errand. 118 when I got into my car. 112 when I arrived at my destination and afterwards. I showered before I left, and I already need another shower because I'm sweating like a whore in church. This sucks. This makes me angry at the world.
I'm moving in a week across the world (again), this time to a place where the average temp is 56.8, so for the first time in my adult life, I am buying a serious, full-length, lined, black winter coat. In the South, the day after a mass shooting, in July. Fuck that cashier's judgement. What do you guys know about Korean food?
I don't know where you live – but here that statement will earn you ^ all of the above ^ except you're in a snowsuit and you're shoveling your butt off after three feet of snow and it is -10°c
My wife was watching a cooking show and they were making Chili. I suddenly had an overwhelming desire for it to be late September/Early October, so I can have a nice Sunday watching football while chili slowly cooks in the crock pot. I hate summer; always have. Fall into winter is the best time of the year.
That was last summer in Texas. Ugly nasty dry BRUTAL weather. And we don't really get much of a cold season.
I'm sweating so bad that ants think I'm some sort of treat and are mounting a coordinated assault against me. I'm pretty sure I saw them in wedge formation. So yeah, I'll trade.
I feel like I may have been born with a retard bone in my body. I fucking love the snow. I love waking up early on snow days to dig the car out. I love slipping and sliding all the way to work. I love throwing snowballs at friends. I love sledding and skiing and not sweating. I even like jogging in the snow. If you could play baseball in this snow, I would never fucking go outside in the summer.