I was singing to some music. Pop. Most enjoyed "Departed" and "You Wanna Piece Of Me" and a few other songs. I have had some wine. Very good santiaggo-that's-not-the-name-sangriavvo-sso-so-something-or-other. Yum! How can I get so FAT, so FAST, on some WINE?
This is a drag. How in the hell do the French stay thin anyway? wait...cause you know, I'm thinking about all the wonderful fattening food I enjoy--I was telling HRH last night that I think I'm a seafood person. I would choose seafood (mussels, clams, oysters, fish, crab, prawns) over chicken and red meat. But i do like chicken too and I DO value a good NY style steak now and then. LOVE steak but I forget that I like it and get seafood instead. Okay, outside of food, you know the french cream sauces are so good and then I think about the Italian. You know, they drink a lot of wine and THEY'RE not so thin...right? I mean, the real Italians aren't so skinny, usually.
I have porked up in only 5 days, and the only thing I've done is drink a little more wine and try some varieties. Weird. I think I'd be really fat if I got into the wine industry, like, seriously. Like, like, valley girl fresh ya know?.
Heh-heh. Oops. I just looked a tthe title of this post. OOooooooooooopsie daisy. I'm supposed to be writing about last visit. I got carried away thinking about wine and new experiences. SO! this is a wine post and my next is the visit post.
Oh, I forgot. It's not been just wine. I ate an entire bottle of kalamata olives. Ooops. Sorry. I like my pickled goods.
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