Day 54/365: Pink Bubbly
Because who cares. [Project 365]
I love Memphis but I am tired of flat West Tennessee landscapes. I need drama in my horizons.
they can give me pills or let me drink my fill the heart wants to explode far away where nobody knows — Cat Power, “Hate” [Project 365]
Tasting notes: Nose full of cherries. On the tongue, it’s incredibly tart and, as usual, jammy and not very complex. But, well, it’s not supposed to make you think. The people in this story say it tastes like pears and raspberries. Raspberries I can definitely see. But pear? Maybe by the fourth glass. Suckily, it’s pricier this year — $20 a pop — because of a bad crop (despite news reports claiming that prices wouldn’t…
Well, y’all, this is more or less what I’ve looked at all day long. It’s just been me and Fay, or maybe Fay’s bitchy little sister, not sure which, flirting for hours and hours along Highway 64. Sunshine, rain, sunshine, rain. Then mostly rain. And while I would have perhaps preferred a blue afternoon sky filled with nothing but those overweight clouds we enjoyed in abundance back in June, I can’t really complain about the…
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