So I skipped AI last night to go to some wine event. We got to walk around and sample all kinds of wines--most of the people there were pretty normal, but there were a few blowhards being all pompous and talking about "hints of tobacco" and "chewy tannins." We tried some pretty well-known (read, expensive) wines and none of them really jumped out as being extra special. In fact, I commented that one of them had "hints of barnyard funk" and another just flat out "tastes like ass." Are those standard wine terms? When it comes to wine, I like what I like and that's about it.
We got home early enough to watch AI on the ti-faux. We were so excited for BeeGees night (A can surprise people with his musical tastes--I attribute his excitement to the fact that he's old and this is the music he grew up!) but were so disappointed with everyone, even my boy Blake. Oh Blake, I worry about you. I didn't love either of your performances, but I hope you're safe because I remember the magic that was You Give Love a Bad Name. In fact, I was so distraught with last night's performances that I had to rewatch Blake on Bon Jovi night so I could go to bed content.
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