Not sure if I’ve mentioned it before but I like wine. A lot. Like this diagram makes my mouth water.
I’m not wealthy enough to actually procure some of the really expensive varietals but if someone handed me a glass of Chateau Lafite Rothschild, I’d drink that… at work, in front of my boss on review day.
I rather enjoy the feeling of a nice wine buzz too. Me and a bottle of wine is a pleasant evening. Or a fun afternoon. Hell, mimosas for breakfast. What time isn’t wine time?
When someone tries to make you feel bad about something you love, throw out this Baudelaire goodie.
Get DrunkAlways be drunk.
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time’s horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
will answer you:
“Time to get drunk!
Don’t be martyred slaves of Time,
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!”