Okay, I’m at Context and we had a long drive and an exciting evening because WE’RE AT CONTEXT! So we finally had to retire to the room and unwind with a bottle of Chianti. And it’s a new day, so I feel compelled to post, but nothing has happened yet, so I don’t have anything to say.
Oh–except I had a cool dream. I dreamed Sara and I were in the car at this convience/gas place in Lanesville–Southern Harrison Countians, you know the place–and a guy in a white pickup truck kept calling to Sara, “Hey, girlie! Come over here and mumble-mumble!” And I said, “Sara, go in the store and tell your grandmother to call the cops.” But as soon as she got out of the car, two guys jumped out of the truck and grabbed her. And I got out of the car, and she and I kicked their butts and the people in the store had to call the cops to bring an ambulance for them.
So anyway, I don’t have anything to say today, so I’m plagarizing my own old blog and posting my Song for Chianti.
SONG FOR CHIANTI
The best of all wines is Chianti,
A wonderful, wonderful drink.
Dry sherry’s all right for your auntie–
Chianti is better, I think.
Red wine is a cure for what ails you
(Except that it makes my head ache).
Chianti might try, but it fails to
So that is the drink that I take.
Oh, I love Chianti
It tastes like the Tuscany sun.
Deli-ci-ous bottles of fun!
WRITING PROMPT: Does your main character have a beveredge he/she drinks to relax? What, why or why not?