2 weeks bobbing up and down in a warmer Pacific a bit south of here…. the Mexican fishing village hardly accepted UPS, nor did it actually find time to properly store wines so it was tequila for 2 weeks less a bottle of Veuve that seemingly enjoyed a nice soak in the hot tub prior to reaching our table. It had nary a knot or tense muscle… but it was a bit warm.
Now we find ourselves in gentler climes, arcing toward a fine bottle of shipped wit….
But no wit in store for these traveling oenophiles. Or at least, our store has missed the delivery… where we store our life and love and sleep eyes.
So having missed the shipment at my house, it rested back at UPS… before making it’s way to you, I think.
What shall we do? HALP! Sorry about that… I think it is the 2nd time in as many years that I have missed a shipment. LO! The traveler’s life yields nothing but words and layovers. What ever shall we do…..?
Sincerely, Uncle Fishbits, or Michael Hraba… whichever the shipment is marked to.