Heather Christle tweeted:

Pacifico beer tastes like it’s mad at me.

On the other hand, Elk Cove 2007 Wilamette Valley Pinot Noir tastes like it’s embarrassed by me.  Almost as if we met once before on chatroullette and sensed immediately that we were bound by some primitive psychic traction and for the briefest instant we realized how all of history had in fact led us to this seemingly random moment, face to digitized face; only to be stopped, not more than an instant later by the simultaneous fear that our common epiphany could not be real but instead just a projection of our own deep sense of unfulfillment which now was out in the open plainly readable on our faces, the shame of which brought an end, by synchronized Nexting, to our only chance at untying life’s eternal knot, and as if now we have bumped into each other again at a party, introduced by mutual friends, and Elk Cove 2007 Wilamette Valley Pinot Noir glanced at its watch and escaped, avoiding eye contact and stammering about late hours and lost sleep.


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