in vino
Tonight, I had a rather lovely dinner with my foxy pal kyellgold, his handsome and dashing wolfy mate Kit Silver, and one of the editors from sofawolf in that gayest of California cities, San Francisco.
During dinner, Kit and I went halfsies on a delightful bottle of French viognier (the name of which presently escapes me due to same). After drinking nearly all of it (and perhaps also owing to some apéritifs beforehand), your faithful otter was in a... shall we say, glib mood.
I don't recall what the conversation at hand was (see above), but at one point, I distinctly remember saying, in quite the outside voice, "I always tend to think of myself as really vanilla, until I remember that I'm into--"
It was at this point, naturally, that our server showed at the table to pour out the last of the bottle of wine into mine and Kit's glasses. I went abruptly silent at this, averting my eyes and covering my mouth, and then promptly drank that wine once the server was again out of earshot.
Needless to say, an after-dinner drink was also required.
(I should also add, at this point, that while looking over the list of after-dinner drinks, I saw that they had a 750ml bottle of Château d'Yquem Saturnes for $914; "Does that come with a blowjob?!" I loudly inquired [to my fellow diners, not to the waitstaff].)
During dinner, Kit and I went halfsies on a delightful bottle of French viognier (the name of which presently escapes me due to same). After drinking nearly all of it (and perhaps also owing to some apéritifs beforehand), your faithful otter was in a... shall we say, glib mood.
I don't recall what the conversation at hand was (see above), but at one point, I distinctly remember saying, in quite the outside voice, "I always tend to think of myself as really vanilla, until I remember that I'm into--"
It was at this point, naturally, that our server showed at the table to pour out the last of the bottle of wine into mine and Kit's glasses. I went abruptly silent at this, averting my eyes and covering my mouth, and then promptly drank that wine once the server was again out of earshot.
Needless to say, an after-dinner drink was also required.
(I should also add, at this point, that while looking over the list of after-dinner drinks, I saw that they had a 750ml bottle of Château d'Yquem Saturnes for $914; "Does that come with a blowjob?!" I loudly inquired [to my fellow diners, not to the waitstaff].)