For my girlfriend Stephanie’s birthday, a few of us took a splendid trip out to the otherwise godforsaken Temecula, CA for a splendid tour of four splendid wineries.
Our tour guide Cindy was awesome. Three wineries were awesome. One winery was run by a right-wing Old Money American family with lots of pictures of themselves giving thumbs-up on various aircraft carriers— which is also awesome, in a way. During the presentation, the douchey heir-to-the-millions guy kept telling “jokes” about how awesome his life is because all he has to do is get drunk every day. After every “punchline” he would raise his hand in the air and say, “Party on, Garth!”
Moments like that fill me with both enormous delight and nameless dread. It’s in those times that I know, deep down, the terrorists are going to win.
But then I also remember I’m half-terrorist, so either way I’m chill.
Party on, Wayne!