The workweek is basically just a five day excursion to my couch.I try not to get too close to my couch until Friday because it is a cravasse of chill. As soon as you hit the cushions, you just fall deeper & deeper into the chill. Like, as soon are you are seated you’re basically stoned. You’re stoned & sleepy. You suddenly want a nap. You were out in the world being a productive member of society a mere hour ago & yet, here you are, being sucked into countless episodes of Law & Order: SVU and finally Googling Fifty Shades of Grey, only to find out it’s an erotic novel? How did no one mention that ever?!So, I’m sinking into my couch & drinking Sutter Home’s stupid cheap sauv-blanc cause it was the only cold sauv-blanc at my grocery store under nine dollars, probably cause it’s beautiful out & everyone was like “Oh, I’ll enjoy this fine afternoon on my patio with this six dollar bottle of white wine!” Fine. Whatever. I don’t have patio furniture anyway so I will be the asshole inside on her couch with the shitty wine.It’s… drinkable.I’m not going to sit here & recommend you run out & treat yourself to some four dollar bottle of near-nonsense. But I’m also not going to sit here & pretend it’s not cold & alcoholic. Cause it is. It’s cold & it’s wine. And it’s cheap. And I’m broke. So, all in all, it is serving its purpose. Tasting Notes: I’m not proud of it, but I’m okay with it.

Ross Test: The thought is making me gag a little so I’m just going to keep watching this show about child molesters.

The workweek is basically just a five day excursion to my couch.

I try not to get too close to my couch until Friday because it is a cravasse of chill. As soon as you hit the cushions, you just fall deeper & deeper into the chill. Like, as soon are you are seated you’re basically stoned. You’re stoned & sleepy. You suddenly want a nap. You were out in the world being a productive member of society a mere hour ago & yet, here you are, being sucked into countless episodes of Law & Order: SVU and finally Googling Fifty Shades of Grey, only to find out it’s an erotic novel? How did no one mention that ever?!

So, I’m sinking into my couch & drinking Sutter Home’s stupid cheap sauv-blanc cause it was the only cold sauv-blanc at my grocery store under nine dollars, probably cause it’s beautiful out & everyone was like “Oh, I’ll enjoy this fine afternoon on my patio with this six dollar bottle of white wine!” Fine. Whatever. I don’t have patio furniture anyway so I will be the asshole inside on her couch with the shitty wine.

It’s… drinkable.

I’m not going to sit here & recommend you run out & treat yourself to some four dollar bottle of near-nonsense. But I’m also not going to sit here & pretend it’s not cold & alcoholic. Cause it is. It’s cold & it’s wine. And it’s cheap. And I’m broke. So, all in all, it is serving its purpose.

Tasting Notes: I’m not proud of it, but I’m okay with it.

Ross Test: The thought is making me gag a little so I’m just going to keep watching this show about child molesters.

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