Dust On The Bottle

I spent Saturday afternoon at the winery. The weather was perfect, and it’s hard to beat a day drinking wine overlooking a vineyard. But I can’t believe the prices these places charge. I paid $28 for the same bottle of wine I could have bought at the grocery store for $10.

Now some of you might say that I was simply paying for the ambiance. But that’s a load of shit. I spent the afternoon sitting in a plastic chair that look liked it hadn’t been cleaned in years.

I also had to listen to a group of plus sized college chicks sitting behind me say the word, “Like” about four hundred times. I was like, “You beotches are getting on my nerves.”

By the way, $28 wouldn’t be so bad if I only drank one bottle. But that didn’t happen.

If I’m going to pay for ambiance, I’d rather spend the afternoon at the racetrack. Sure, a beer might cost five bucks, but I can pay for the whole day by hitting an exacta in a cheap claiming race at Beulah Park. And I would be like, “Sweet.”

– Determined dog tries to get up slide. 

– I had ten bucks on the streaker.

There might be a little dust on the bottle. But don’t let it fool ya about what’s inside.