Good Morning Gentle Readers,
ON AMATEUR DRUNKS
On this very day, in my distant yet vagrant yoot, Brian dragged me off to a New Years celebration that was nigh on as perfect a set up as any guy could hope for. Brian. Me. A house full of lovelies. Perfect. Things were pretty cool until that guy Jim Beam crashed the party. What a jerk. By midnight, Jim and I were bouncing off the walls, and generally making ourselves obnoxious. To ring in the new year and the new decade (not saying which one), we whooped and hollered and ignited a variety of illegal Mexican celebratory devices. Mine were shoddy firecrackers with defective fuses that kept on exploding before I could let go. Miraculously, all my fingers still work. Things deteriorated rapidly after that. No sweet young thing entwined in my arms, just the damp, backyard lawn, and the lonely Samoyed, who was a tad more delighted with my company than the chicks. Slobbered all over my face to prove it. Bleah. To this day, even the slightest whiff of Whiskey, Scotch, or Bourbon instantly roils my stomach. There's a lesson or two here.
You never want El Jeronimo de Crow wagging his finger in your face and solemnly intoning.....you've obviously overdone it, Stanley.
LESSON TWO: I CAN MAKE ANYBODY PRETTY
Not since my 29th birthday have I been so keenly attuned to the relentless flow of sand through the hourglass.
TEN YEARS HAVE GOT BEHIND YOU
Tonight, as y'all celebrate The Wine Commonsewer birthday with teary-eyed toasts to days, loves, and friendships near and distant, I'll tip a glass of the red to you and yours....
And then at midnight, we shall invoke the world's National Anthem.
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days o' lang syne?
THE WORLD AS IT WAS THAT DAY
Japanese girls long ago traded in their kimonos for Levis. BTW, I have an original copy of the entire magazine in good condition. Cool, eh?
The Wine Commonsewer