Today was a good day to witness the collapse of civilization. Because collapse it did.
Maybe they call it Black Friday because it brings out the worst in us. It’s Friday night and I did not start the car today. I did not go to a store. I did not buy a thing online and yes, I am a smug old bitch tonight.
I spent Thanksgiving with friends. Lots of them. I was supposed to hit four houses, I made it to two. I had BBQ’ed oysters in a garlic sauce that was not to be beat. The guy got them off of the pier in Oakland. They were that fresh. I spent time with the world’s cutest Golden Retriever puppy ever. EVER.
You cannot beat that picture. This is Ben. He stopped by one of the houses I was at last night. But in everything I did yesterday, not once did I set foot into a store. Now, occasionally I’ve had to go to a store on Thanksgiving…you know, you thought you had eggs and didn’t. You were out of cinnamon. Shit happens. Not once did I consider running out to buy an Xbox. On Wednesday I did have to run out to the wine store, which is always allowed. Always.
This little sweetheart was the sneaker. I’m not well versed in Italian wine and I didn’t want to bring all Pinot Noir. The wine guy said “How about a Dolcetto?” Keep talking. It was nice. Had some earthiness to it, a little sweetness that finished dry. Some cherries. Just a nice wine from the Piedmont area. Next up?
I wanted a Pinot from the Santa Lucia Highlands. This one was a winner. A perfect California Pinot with some earthiness to it. Not a total fruit bomb but enough to make you want some cranberries in your Brussel sprouts.
For Thanksgiving Day I showed up with this one. My all time favorite Pinot. People were straight up blown away. It never, ever disappoints. And even after all of that wine, I did not want to go to the mall with a stun gun. Or any other kind of gun. And I sure didn’t want to shoot an Alzheimer’s patient. Joe Hendrix gets my Responsible Gun Owner/Douche of the Day award. The old guy wasn’t a threat and was walking away. Must be a proud day to be from Georgia. I’m certainly proud to be an American. Mr. Westbrook served this country for 33 years only to be shot dead by a trigger happy douchebag. Wonder if the little asshat thanked him for his service. SMH.
In other news, I love the hashtag #brawlmart. Why wouldn’t it? It’s the lowest form of humanity and it’s right here in ‘Murca. God bless ‘Murca. And my new favorite website, Black Friday Death Count.
This country needs to take a real hard look in the mirror, because it’s just not pretty.