My Mother, Of All People

.. has sent me a dozen bottles of wine.

Dozen bottles of wine

And a bottle of champagne in a package with two glasses.

Champagne

It’s an air-miles thing. She flies a lot.

Thanks, Mum!

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4 Responses to My Mother, Of All People

  1. j

    Nice!
    My mom, uh … can bring me home surgical gloves if I ask nicely, only want a few pairs, and don’t mind that they’re purple?
    Nah, I got nuthin.
    (She did let me have a few vicodins last week from baby sis’s wisdom-teeth stash, tho.)
    I think you should temporarily expand Trysting Fields into a wine journal. And send me the champagne. Mmmmm, champagne.
    (Actually, don’t. Lately drinking = crying +/or puking for me.)

  2. teigan

    >I think you should temporarily expand Trysting Fields into a
    >wine journal.
    I don’t know anything at all about wine. But it’s an idea. I was planning to save them (well, most of them) for a party on the 30th.
    Maybe it could be a wine-reviewing party. Theme!
    >And send me the champagne. Mmmmm, champagne.
    The two glasses are a nice touch, don’t you think? You can drink it more quickly that way. Very convenient.
    Where’s that Red Bull concentrate at?

  3. j

    Where’s that Red Bull concentrate at?
    You’d have to ask the US (or perhaps Australian, at this point) postal service. Been out of my hands since last Friday, my friend.
    The two glasses are a nice touch, don’t you think? You can drink it more quickly that way. Very convenient.
    Ern and I learned a great trick back in our raging alcoholic days, from an older and clearly far more experienced raging-alcoholic couple at a champagne brunch in Kona: Turn your flutes upside down and banish them to the back of the table — somewhere godforsaken, like behind the salt and pepper shakers. The put your (much larger) water goblets at the edge of the table whenever the bubbly express makes its refill rounds. The waiters don’t care how much you guzzle — they’ll fill whatever glass you offer em.
    Man, I think we killed, like, 6 bottles of champagne that morning. My head hurts just thinking about it …

  4. teigan

    Gotta love those catered champagne brunches..

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