
I gave the wine bottle opener a final twist of the wrist, dropped the bunny ears, and smiled at the satisfying "pop" as the cork released the wine to the air. I brought my nose closer and gave the bottle a cautious sniff. I wanted it to be bad. Terrible. One step shy of vinegar would be okay. But I knew. I knew that, having paid an exorbitant fee of $5 for the wine, I was probably destined for a perfectly mediocre bottle. Darn. I took a sip and, as feared, the bottle was not terrible. … [Read more...]
























