Showing posts with label cold duck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cold duck. Show all posts

Friday, September 24, 2010

WTW?*

Ever get really, I mean really, overserved at a wedding? The bride's father may have been a bit too liberal with the Cold Duck, or maybe it was just a bad year at Boone's Farm. Whatever.

Ok, so maybe it took a day or so to get your head right, and back to feeling your old self, even it you had to show at work early the next morning. We've all had those experiences. You get over it.

So whatever happened to Hills?



Just sayin'.

Toad

*What the What, is a Mrs. Blandingsism

Friday, May 8, 2009

Wedding Season


Remember the first time you did hand to hand combat with champagne?

Probably someone's wedding reception. Had too much didn't you? The smell, the bubbles. Took years to overcome the memory of the memories. A couple of years at least before you could go back to the well.

Mayhaps, you tip toed back into the fray via Cold Duck.

Cold Duck was the unholy marriage of NY sparkling wine with California red. It wasn't as bad as it sounds. Went down easy, came up fast. Fortunately, I haven't seen it in years.

So now it's wedding season. You're big and supposed to enjoy Champagne. The drug of choice for celebrations. Only in moderation for me please. The memories come back when I least expect them.

Toad