Naw

First day of spring, and we had everything but a tornado, blizzard, and cyclone thrown at us. Hair Do Day was nearly snatched bald day. The guy at the wine store sort of mocked me for buying a bottle of rose - a Sangiovese version, which was delicious - but I told him it didn't have to be a balmy summer night, an elusive condition out here at the best of times, for us to savor the chilled rose. We took it, along with an Oregon tempranillo, over to some friends celebrating a belated birthday. Good fun, plenty of energetic political/economic dissection.