On Friday evening Jacey came over bearing two bottles of Broke Ass Wine, one white (for me) and one red (for her). For a so-called recession table wine it was pretty good, reminding me of a chardonnay. I don't know about the red, because I didn't try it.The weather was beautiful, probably in the high 70s, so we sat out on the front porch at the bistro table. My sons joined us and we had a great time talking, laughing, and eating chips and salsa. Jacey's always a lot of fun anyway. Typical Gemini...
When she left, the guys and I continued the party, and at one point in the evening, pretty late, actually, a homeless man came up the walk and we invited him to join us. After introductions, I asked him if he was hungry and could I fix him something. He was thankful, and I went inside and fixed him a plate of our leftover fried chicken dinner from a couple of nights ago. He said his name was David and that he was an engineer that had fallen on hard times after a divorce and child custody problems. He was very polite and very grateful for the company, the laughter, and the food.
I have to confess that the wine turned on me later, after David left and we came indoors. I haven't been that ill since my college years, and the next day I wracked my brain trying to figure it out. Today, Jacey told me the wine had the same effect on her, so I wouldn't suggest drinking Broke Ass wine. We now call it Kick Ass Wine.
