Saturday, June 8, 2013

so long, really, really big bottle of wine.

The aftermath of a Quentin Tarantino film shoot?

Oh, sorry, no, only the very sad loss of a very big bottle of wine.  I hate when this happens.  It's like when your ice cream falls off the cone onto the sidewalk where the dog just peed, except much worse and probably a little more expensive. 

I grieve for the gentleman's loss, truly.