I love marriage. God No. Not in my case. Marriage has as much hope of catching me as that coyote catching the Road Runner. I love marriage because of who it brings into my family. There are some exceptionally great people who have married into this sweet old clan. The most recent was a wine expert marrying my cous.
I love him. I love that they only had French Champagne at their wedding. Aaahhh, the sweet sweet memories of me trapped between two bottles of never-emptying heaven for 12 hours. I love that they come for dinner with 5 bottles of the best wine, all open from some tasting earlier that day with only one-glass worth taken so far. I love that he gives his mates tasting evenings like last night.
It was great fun. 10 decent wines in me 10 minutes after sunset on a school night. Excellent. I know there was a spittoon for us to empty our glasses before the next wine. Chances. I have not learnt the art of The Gulp for wasting such goodness.
This morning I have a headache. One of those wines must have had too much sulphur for me. Or it could’ve been the several bottles after the tasting while me and some friends soy-sauced a tablecloth in Parkhurst as we attempted to eat sushi in our post-tasting states.
I love sushi.
I am running out of cousins though, to marry off to sushi chefs.
Mmmmm….that’s bringing back good memories of sitting in a winefarm owner’s kitchen and having a gorgeous French Mauritian chef feeding me the tastiest parts of raw tuna, which had been caught the day before, while I sms’d my mother that I had met the man whose children I wished to bear. Now there was a man where the Marriage Coyote may have been allowed to catch up.
….excuse me. I must now be going. You all enjoy your Thursdays while I sit back in a wine/ sushi hangover-induced flashback….
See you all at WINEX in 3 Fridays time!
P.S. The firemen have foamed up all of Bath Avenue for some unknown reason. After my flashback wallowing I am going to get into my bikini & spend the rest of the day having a foam party!!