Avast Ye Lubbers

by Bryan

8 comments

1 cookie jill { 09.19.10 at 1:48 pm }

Aaaarrrrgggggh! Lambrusco! LOL.

2 Bryan { 09.19.10 at 4:20 pm }

Well, you surely don’t suggest that I expose a ’66 Trocken beeren auslese to either swilling or flasks.

Lambrusco – a step up from Ripple…

3 cookie jill { 09.19.10 at 9:02 pm }

“Ripple!” Arrrrggghhhh. You be slaying me, my hearty. Next you’ll be suggesting we take to swigging the Zima.

4 Bryan { 09.19.10 at 9:32 pm }

Zima died in 2008. I had to resort to Google to find out what it was, showing once again that there are clear advantages to living without television in a small town, as I had never heard of it.

I admit to drinking sangria when I visited Spain, but only because the beer was awful, the wine beneath contempt, and gin was the only hard stuff. Franco was not a nice person.

5 cookie jill { 09.20.10 at 12:49 pm }

MMMmmmmm. Sangria. Me gusta.

6 Bryan { 09.20.10 at 4:54 pm }

The cheapest red wine available, fortified with gin, and a few citrus fruit slices is not really my concept of a great drink. Of course, that was the real Spanish version, which I imagine was altered for California.

7 cookie jill { 09.21.10 at 12:59 am }

Bryan….you know EVERYTHING is “altered” for California! 😉
Actually…on a hot day, listening to Flamenco music, perhaps viewing the tile roofs about town, a Sangria is just the drink to hit the spot. That or a few shots of Tequila.

8 Bryan { 09.21.10 at 11:56 pm }

For a really hot day you take the first gulp from an icy cold 5¾ ounce bottle of Coke and then fill the void with Black Jack. It’s still hot, but you don’t much care.