Nov 092005
I’m looking at my hit logs – as usual. And I see it a hit from Porto, Portugal.
And suddenly I’m sitting here absolutely salivating for a glass of port. I would kill a man right now for a vintage tawny.
Good lord, I’m so suggestible.
Must.
Have.
Port.
If you were in SF on Sunday, The Wine Club is opening the ’03′s for a $15 tasting fee. Not tawny’s, but not an opportunity to miss either when vintages are open.
mmm…. Port… You’re not the only one who’s suggestible. Now I want port. And all I have is some cab. SIGH.
A nice tawny port would be perfect right now. Thanks for making me wish for yet ANOTHER something I don’t have, you rat bastard!
Speaking of hit logs, I had a hit a few days ago from Tai Pei, Taiwan, and it was referred to me via your blog. I loves me the Wide World of Intarweb….
Tawny or no, any port in a storm. You know I can’t resist puns. The Pavlov one is one of my favorites.
Any… port… in… a…
Whirly you’re my fuckin’ hero.
Is that hero or submarine?
I can sandwich puns in correspondence all day long.