It's all about the small joys in life

If you're lucky, sometime in your life you'll meet that special girlfriend that adds richness and meaning to your existence. 

If it weren't for Alex, I would have never known about Orange Blossom White Franzia! I'm like a five year old at Christmas, and Alex just became Santa. It's a good friend, indeed, who will wait to open up such a gift from the heavens!

HOWEVER, if the wine sucks, I will make sure Alex always remembers that time she got me all excited just for some crappy seasonal wine. But then we'll laugh and say, "Yeah but we drank that shit anyway didn't we!"

So I'm pretty excited about something called orange blossom. It makes me feel like I'm getting my vegetables and like I might be a princess. If the wine companies were smart, they'd name wine more appropriately than they currently do.

For instance, Merlot just sounds depressing, and ain't nobody got time for that. When you order a cab, for Cabernet, it just sounds like you're waiting for a crazy Armenian to show up in a yellow car. Shiraz makes me feel like I'm supporting the Taliban. Zinfandel is too much like infidel, and I want to feel good about myself when I'm consuming pointless calories. HELLO.

Orange Blossom definitely gives me the impression that I'm going to grow prettier, smarter, and more regal the more glasses I have, and isn't this what we're all looking for in life?

Thank you Alex and Franzia for making my Saturday special!