Vino

I had an awesome moment. As I tenderly sipped my gratis 2011 Sauvignon Blanc en route to Panama City following a rather watery and modestly overcooked chicken and beef dinner, I observed my grip on the crystal wine glass and proudly noticed all my Dove-soft fingers firmly holding the stem in a proper manly fashion…meaning I had finally ascended from pinky drinking! After years of consciously locking my little finger on the chest side of the stem to prevent it from extending outward, I had officially overcome the awkward and unfortunate effeminate hold I once had. Relishing my small masculine victory, I snuggled peacefully into my comfy blue leather business-class seat with a smile on my face and enjoyed a Barry Manilow song about some hot chick named Mandy.
 

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