Where Was I?
Those are Stu’s tootsies on the left and mine on the right, overlooking the pool and swim-up bar at the Ocean Blue Resort in the Dominican Republic. What a strange, strange place. It was interesting to vacation in a place that, essentially, does not exist. It’s a mirage, dear readers.
I dispensed with The Wine and the Are while there as the greatest example of “Something I could be doing at home.” Though I admit that I accompanied Stu back to the room to grab something one afternoon, and the show was on at that moment. I watched it for five minutes, and determined that the people at CBS knew I was going to be on holiday and saved their most boring storylines for my absence. Bless them. Bless them all.
I’ve returned just in time for Devon’s upcoming trial, and for Jill and Kane to finally figure out that they’re mother and son. After all, we’ve known for weeks. I must say that I hope Kane can get his immigration woes sorted without having to marry the incredibly annoying Amber, because... well, he’s hot. We like him a lot.
In the meantime, Dru seems to be unsure as to whether or not she should wear a hat in her apartment while drinking herb tea. We were a bit stumped by a recent scene in which she began without a hat, and then immediately starting fiddling with a beanie of some sort equipped with a pointy feather which threatened to take Sharon’s eye out as she attempted to comfort her friend who seems to be seeing Carmen Mesta’s dead carcass prowling around in parking lots.
Sharon has her own set of problems these days: not the least of which is her recent penchant for Jackie Kennedy buttons the size of Arkansas adorning her crazy red shoulder pads. And Michael Baldwin had taught us a valuable lesson that is sure to come in handy some day (though I should point out that here at The Wine and the Are, there are exactly zero children running about). When our infant children are next kidnapped, we’ll be sure to put on plenty of white undershirts from Zellers. They make you think better about how to get your kid back. Or so Michael would have us believe.
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This week, we decided to go with a French wine to commemorate Dru’s Three Musketeers hat. French Rabbit makes a lovely selection of cheap wine in tetra-packs. They claim it’s good for the environment. We claim it dispenses with the need for corkscrews. The wine is surprisingly good! Dumas would be proud.
This wine is perfect for all Wine and Are festivities, and it’s also suited for reading activities of a slightly decadent yet literary nature. I found myself at the Bargain Classics table of my local bookstore recently, and picked up Fanny Hill, realizing I’d never read it and considered it a gap in my reading. What a marvelous and steamy little book it is!
A bit hard to watch The Wine and the Are from this position...
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Oh yeah! I was here!
