Twenty-four hours. That seems like a sizable amount of time to focus on resolutions. So if you’re now done with all that, let’s move on to the complete opposite...
This isn’t an ordinary chocolate bar. It’s sourced from heirloom cacao varieties in coastal Ecuador, only 574 exist, and it arrives in a wooden box with a serial number and Spanish elm tasting tweezers so your finger oils don’t taint the chocolate. Everything we just said is true.
It’s not drinking coffee if you... let someone rub finely ground beans blended with clay, honey and sarsaparilla all over your body. It’s allegedly a good thing for your skin, plus you smell like coffee.
Yeah, that’s an imperial. Which is the equivalent of eight bottles. If you pick it up at the newly reopened winery, one of the oldest around, you’ll get a tasting and tour. Almost makes it reasonable. Sort of.
The gym is all crowded with newbies this time of year anyway. Kind of makes sense to get in a batting-practice session at AT&T Park. With a former Giants player. Oh, and a tour of the ballpark and some lunch would be nice, too. If they’re asking.
Groucho Marx lived to 86. Maybe it was good genes. Or maybe it was good cigars... Wingtip’s cove has over 100 cigars in stock, plenty of which are sold out everywhere else, like Davidoff Year of the Sheep or Cohiba’s Comador. Time to normalize relations.
