Tonight we went out for a romantic dinner in a nice French restaurant down the street. Better yet, if we don’t finish the bottle of wine, they will jam a cork in it, throw it in a paper bag and let you get it to go.
I realized recently that we kind of have a sweet thing going on here. M. and I generally have dinner and a movie or dinner or dinner and TV come a Friday night. It’s a fine way to wrap up the week.
When I’ve mentioned to a couple of people that we have kind of a standard, standing engagement going on, their reactions told me it was notable. I figured that’s what couples do come a Friday night. But, I guess the good part is we don’t tend to take it for granted.
Now, with that sweet set up, you can realize what I maroon I am. For me, dinner, wine, M. and atmosphere meant the perfect forum to discuss my obsession with online fighting. In other words, see the cunt post below.
doggy bag for the wine
you are seriously seriously perverted
what do you do with it use it to cook with
slurp it on the way home like some sad streetlife dude
drizzle it over your lover like a marinade and lick it off later ?
PAH PAH Aand thrice PAH
wine is for quaffing
you know what quaffing is its like drinking only your ears get wetter
and another thing you share a case not a bottle
yea gods next thing you will be saying is you take coke lite home as well
yeah yeah i know wine is only $2 a bottle here but its the principal you are supposed to be one of the worlds great wine regions at least stimulate the economy a little
you wait till i point this out to the cheese eating surrender monkeys twill be belly laughs all round
chheeeers my dears
vdea