I forgot one amusing anecdote from this weekend: We had a cherry wine blowout.
NRG, redmed, and I were sitting in the living room of the apartment after a tour, in which I showed off the mighty collection of fermented products that I’m carrying around at this point. Suddenly, we heard a solid THUD, followed by a WOOOOOSH, followed by “glug glug glug.”
The cats rocketed past, to hide … lest it was somehow their fault. “The guilty flee when no man pursues,” as my father in law says.
It turned out that the “thunk” was a cork hitting the opposite wall of the laundry room.
The “woosh” was about half a bottle of wine absolutely soaking the entire opposite wall, including both ceiling and floor, both the washer and the dryer, and filling (filling!) the cat’s drinking bowl.
The “glug glug” was aftermath.
The whole wall, I tell you. The room is perhaps 10′ by 10′. This was, as Darth Vader said of young Luke’s skills in ‘Empire,’ “Most impressive.”
I have apparently gained the ability to summon spirits which cannot be contained by a cork. I need more technology.
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