Carrie was in town this weekend. 99% of it was spent drunk. The one percent was spent doing this podcast wherein we attempt to relate the very Northern California tradition of guzzling wine and the very Forty Deuce tradition of relating totally unrelated things to tennis. And in that vein, 700,000% of it was spent shitting the pants about Dina's impending mental breakdown. Nothing like walking through the SF MOMA talking about how every mildly depressing piece reminds you of Dina and discussing our palpable disappointment in missing the Ecstasy On Clay exhibition.
There were way more hilarious wine descriptions we didn't get to. I'll put some in the comments. In the meantime I'm going to be chewing on my pencil trying to figure out why I'd want to drink something that tastes of salty pencil shavings.