There is nothing more special than sharing a few glasses of wine with a dear friend. The wine, the conversation, and the truth flow seamlessly. The guard is down. The laughter is contagious. The spirits are high.
The stress is long gone. And the company of a close buddy, who is “one of the guys” is exemplary. I would love to do this more often, but the liver does not approve.
There is something to be said for letting one’s hair down, in a town where no one knows my name. Not that it matters — at the end of the day, the memories remain long after the wine wears off, and long after we get home.
Good friends. Good wine. Great conversations. Does it really get better than this?? Truly a unique recipe for the good times.
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