49 Up and a bottle of Sutter Home
Tuesday night, Jason and I settled in for a long bout of writing thank you notes (finishing up our wedding tx). We armed ourselves with a bottle of wine given to us by the justice of the peace who married us.
One might consider said bottle of wine to be our ‘wedding wine’, but it’s Sutter Home*, a remarkably ubiquitous liquid**.
So we wrote, and we thanked, and we stuffed, and we licked (envelopes, silly), and when we were done we turned on the PBS. The documentary 49 Up was on, and I had the most wonderful feeling, half-drunk and discussing this very intimate show with Jason. It was a very cozy feeling.
*Oddly, I feel like I wrote the wine descriptions on their website. Mostly due to the short sentences.
**A phrase stolen directly from MC Paul Barman.
I’m proud you are done with your marrage duty of sending thank you notes. Thus ends the wedding chapter, and on to the fun marriage part. Your dad is taking me on a date tonight, I think he missed me while I was at ILA, we’re going out for Chinese food!
Just so cozy. You guys are married…and we have not gotten you a steak knife yet. We are very bad friends!
Every day is a date. Right?
Unless it’s no fun anymore, and we start wanting to stab each other. Steph, could you send that steak knife?
Right, I will get right on that.
Yes, every day is a date, of course.
I am the ne plus ultra of B plus culture