Spit or Swallow

summer in graduate school adds an entirely new level to the “oh god i graduated and now i need a job [FUCK],” because i now understand that i will be doing this seasonally for the rest of my life. whatever results from my half-assed academic pursuits will inevitably land me to annual, tanning oil-induced existential crises.
however, i have cleaned up my act in the process. i recently said, “au revoir” to both my trademark mustache and my trademark wine. the job market these days demands a quality wage-laborer. not just any joker with a mustache and a hangover can land a sweet non-profit job in the mission district, one has to refine oneself to meet the demand of the market in a flooded labor market. mr. charles shaw’s merlot (and at various stages of my life i have found the cabernet to be quite delightful. and christ knows that the shiraz and i have a different history altogether) has proven itself as a cost effective way to get drunk, while also allowing me to remain “productive” in my (award winning) academic endeavors. however, a lack of financial aid, or any other form of disposable income for that matter, does <i>not</> mean a lack of intoxication. in fact, the opposite is true.*
my local corner store boasts the least expensive “crane lake” line of california wines in the entire city of san francisco! since my current passions keep me relatively house-bound these days (i’m very busy browing craigslist and re-writing cover letters to “admin/office positions in which my attached resume details my “relevant work experience to venture on a bicycle), i shop locally. thanks new bosworth market! i now can spend almost double for a wine that is in no way superior! yesterday i did a personal sampling of all the lovely crank lake reds that new bosworth had to offer. mixed with the buy-one-get-one-free coca-cola, the merlot’s midtones were made vibrant, and delightfully complimented the french fries and the “god, i walked all the way down here, this is going to take forever for the damn fries, i might as well get a burrito. i hope they actually leave off the sour creme this time” burrito that new bosworth always delivers on! had the bottle of cabernet, by the time i got to it, received the same coca-cola treatment as the merlot, it likely would have paired just as well. luckily i woke up with a sip or left next to me this morning, to give myself an objective, albeit belated taste. the shiraz, as wine spodeeodee**, was (thank christ) un-tasteable, and could have used the lemonade that my classic recipe hinges on. the verdict? crane lake, it’s been fun. don’t get me wrong, you’ve served your purpose in shortening/making bearable this last few days. but, crane lake, my heart belongs to another.

up next: tinto de verano with lemonade 4loko and the remaining fallen soldiers of the battle of crane lake.

*everyone who was ever awesome in the history of existence
**kerouac/youtube

- teej