Just in case you're wondering--you who've come to New York from more temperate climes, from sunny southern states or tropical or desert lands abroad--you do not have an overly delicate constitution. It's colder than Cheney's patchwork heart outside; and damn near as black.
However I entreat you to focus on the positive. Like, for instance, a bottle of wine purchased at a liquor store not a half-block away will be perfectly chilled during the short walk home. So perfectly in fact that (even though it's just now two in the afternoon) one may find it impossible to wait until evening to pop the cork on that mo'fo.
Posted by Antigeist at January 19, 2005 02:00 PMThis is indeed one of those reality moments that proves we are in the world without recourse and defense, ie the wine cooling effects of the walk down the street, similar to the footsteps in the snow one sees from an unprovable previous walker ahead of me on Laburnam Crescent, and the proverbial tree that has fallen in the forest. That tree has fallen, and that wine bottle is cooled, and we live in deep mystery. And it is impossible to wait for evening . . . and still possible to hope for morning.
Posted by: Mortimer Shy at January 20, 2005 01:29 AMHowever if one found it impossible to wait for evening to open their bottle of perfectly chilled wine, and one continued to drink wine throughout the afternoon and evening (plus a wee hour or two); one may not be so wishful for morning. Specifically--that it wasn't cruelly designed, by nature, to arrive at such an ungodly hour.
For instance, the hour in which I'm addressing you at present.
Posted by: antigeist at January 20, 2005 08:31 AM