Sweet like candy to my soul,
Sweet you rock and sweet you roll...
You only thought Dave was talking about a girl. Meanwhile, those were the first lyrics that The Hater wrote to me in one of his first love letters. He's such a clever romantic. The second song we claimed was this one. We used one of those in the music that was played before our wedding. (I called it the pre-game show.) All the other between them and now have conglomerated, but I think I'll always remember those first two songs.
I'd do it all over again.
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Yeah, you go ahead and sing your glorious praises about your new beloved wine. Don't mention the migraine head splitting earth shattering headache that accompanies it when you drink a little too much a little too fast...
Wine and I have always had a special relationship... we don't do headaches or hangovers, really.
Jack and I have a different relatioship altogether...
Geez, I've got a migraine and I didn't even GET any shiraz. I'm definitely not doing something right...
Lest we not forget that Blackberry stuff we drank in college that cost about $3.99 for the big bottle? What was that called??
Not Boone's Farm... that, Jane, was Arbor Mist... and we did put some hurt several bottles.
But the real question is if you remember drinking the $2 Georgia Moon whiskey? And that time you bought the $2 bottle of tequilla that tasted like cigarette butts...
And! That fateful night you told us that you had a high tolerance for alcohol... and don't I wish I had a scanner that worked to share the picture...
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