dunno what possessed us to order white wine. i guess we were all tired and wanted to wind down. but the waiter was so cute. and the wine was so cold. and i was flashing my cousins, who before accussed me of being a prude and not showing my boobs to them. the truth is, i think i look better with some clothes on, but hey, who was I to disappoint my cousins? so i flashed and they (and the homeless guy at the lamppost) were very happy.
the waiter was sexy, too, in that blue eyed irish manner with sexy thighs and a tight butt. oh, but he must have had a difficult time with four women of all ages sizes and haircolor just sizing up his buns. i think that is why men make women sexual objects, because men cannot take it themselves.
we kept the wine flowing, white cold, fresh and frozen, it was a gift from Gods. i enjoyed it mucho, and when i came home, i kept bumping into my parents who reconned into their room, scared for their life. i mean there was no pretense there. i was drunk and they knew it.
but white wine is good. never liked it until now. it can be fresh, it can be innocuous, it can come with a cute waiter full of male hormones, and it can drive you to sing along to french disco. (is there such a thing as french disco?) love me you rich white californian wine and make me dance.
bletebzz 