I was fortunate enough to have to opportunity to meet up with an old friend and her husband recently; they're originally from Louisiana. She and her husband have moved to San Juan, PR for his work, so I don't get to see them as often as I'd like.
To set the context of our coversation, I'll describe the what's of our surroundings. We were the only patrons in one of those new, trendy wine bars. You know; stainless steel, deep purple velvet upholstered chairs, funky pendant lights. Basically the idiot's world of wine. After perusing the wine list and ordering each a glass, we settled on a bottle for the 3 of us to share. For me, at least, I cringed at the layout of their wines. Numbered categories from one to six, indicating lightest to heaviest. The seven to nine were whites and roses, I believe, and the category of ten was simply, expensive. No country of origin was given on any of the wines, so I had to ask-- each and every time. Oh. And they were out of most of them, so we were pretty irritated. The bottle comes. It's about 3 pm on a Friday. Rob, Lisa & myself start chatting. And a snippet of it went like this:
Lisa~ So, I made some New Year's resolutions.
Me~ Oh? Can't Wait to hear them...
Lisa~ Yeah. I've got three.
Me~Hit me.
Lisa~
1: Drink more whiskey
2: Get pregnant
3: Work out more.
Me~ Only you. Gawd I miss you.
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