As several readers are already aware (and as the rest of you are about to learn..oh, the suspense!), I’m in the midst of training for the Boston Marathon. Yesterday I had the distinct pleasure (a term I’m using as loosely as it is possible to use a term) to run twenty (yes, 2-0) miles in the mostly pouring rain. When you’re out on a twenty-mile run, the only thing keeping you on the right side of sanity (especially when your earphones have become waterlogged) is the scenery. Lucky for me, yesterday was a banner day in the Washington, D.C.- environs for some seriously weird shizz-peeping. And lucky for YOU, I’ve doodled up some of them and will post them this week.
First, Jeans On Tree.
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Why? Because weather-appropriate attire is really ****ing important, that’s why.
Allow me to explain: Another person at the tasting asked why a wine, which had been described in advance as “very sweet”, came in a blue bottle. The taster-lady (vintner? pourer?) explained that this was traditional for German-style sweet wines. Hilariously (I thought), I invoked the name of Blue Nun, which I know only as a really bad, really sweet German wine that comes in a blue bottle. That didn’t go over so well. Oh, the non-hilarity!
Full disclosure: I’ve never had it and know it only as Alan Partridge’s wine of choice. He’s the guy on the right, below:
Haw, haw… get it? ‘Cause it’s a dog…and..it’s called “Down Dog”? Oh, I am so clever. Zzz.
I actually thought this pose was called “bridge.” Can you tell?
Alternate name: “Ow, my shoulders.”