The first thing that came to mind when I read the prompt for today was, shit. I don’t much feel like writing about that. The next thing I thought of was shampagne/champagne, so let’s go with that.
I had the opportunity to taste good champagne only once in my life, so far. It happened at a friend’s daughter’s wedding.
It’s the most amazing stuff: smooth, rich flavor; not even a hint of those sharp, biting, bubbles so common in the cheap
shit crap. And, no hangover. None.
I had a sick tooth extracted today–one of the last of the Mohicans. It hung on like a trooper, but there was an infection in my jaw so it had to go.
Marty, was his name.
We’d been through a lot of food together, Ol’ Marty & me. Breakfasts, lunches, dinners, snacks–you name it, we ate it.
OMG! There was this one time when we…oh, what the heck. The past is the past. It’s time to let go.
Sure could use a glass of Cristal now.