I don't mean to beat a dead horse (or a dead box of wine as the case may be), but Friday at the Chatette turned out to be very like my Friday's in New Orleans. I'd come to the end of my favorite box wine, and channeled Eric.
Tear open that cardboard. Yank out that plastic bag. Milk it for every last drop. And then what do you do if you don't have back up? Pull out one of those very nice bottles of Cahors, to enjoy! Miss you Eric-wish I could wave my magic wand and have you, Stew and Louie Boy transported to Cadrieu! Happy Weekend!
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