June 3, 2005
When I had the wine cellar converted to a waters cellar I never thought I come this close to draining it. My thirst for exotic waters has been burning bright of late, Diary. Constance enjoys sparkling and I prefer flat. It sounds like the closing lyrics to a Brain Dewan song I know. Anyway, the upshot has been opening at least three bottles for each meal. My vintage Aberfoyles may soon be opened along with the remaining Banning Springs and Bozeman Reserve. Constance's natural skepticism was tuned to my ozoned waters and she made the point with a quick taste test against Malibu's finest tap water. My rebuttal was that until I lose my sight, the packaging still matters. The new Paris Match just came in on top of the mail pile so I will close here. Bon chance, Diary.