Ninety bottles of wine on the table
I opened six bottles of 2000 Bordeaux only to find out all of them were corked – another casualty of Katrina – fucking bitch. And I had lunch with a friend outside on this gorgeous late December day and talked about all my hopes and dreams and she spoke of hers – and together we concluded that we will manage our life better and we will open our hearts to possibilities and soon all that is bottled up inside us now would be revealed and nourished. But in the meantime we only mourn the loss of those bottles of fine Bordeaux wine.