Weekend Tipple

I am horizontal on the couch. I deserve to be this way. The truth is, after this week I deserve a pair of Manolo Blahniks, an Easter Bunny on call, my own personal chef, and a honking big bungalow right next to the beach.

Next week is going to be a really freaking awesome week because this one has most definitely been left wanting.

Last night Tiny took to a bottle of Taav Vaporiser Fluid. Seriously. Thanks be to the Poisons Information Hotline. Thanks Tiny for taking another ten years off my life. Previously she has tried to eat - random berries off a tree (poisonous), and dishwasher powder (caustic). She is probably going to be a chemical Masterchef.

In light of this, I give you Battle of Bosworth wines. Ta da!

A while ago I mentioned the beautiful labels (and wine) that was by Spring Seed Company - remember that boozers? Well this is by the same people.

And while my local Vintage Cellars didn't have the Sav blanc, I went for the Chardonnay Viognier which is, let me tell you, awesome to the power of awesome. Let the half full bottle vouch for this.

Oh and I didn't even mention, it's organic. So it must be good. And the label is uber cool too. Brown paper. If I had three thumbs, well it would get three thumbs up.

Love and Happiness:: Tea Salves

WOW! Wow to the power of WOW! Matt and I went on date night. We visited Bambini Wine Room* which is without doubt one of my favourite little night spots to visit for a quiet vino pre-show.

And then we meandered our way to the State Theatre to see the Reverend Al Green.

The Reverend was in the house. What a night. What a mixed bag the crowd was. The best thing? Everyone adored the Reverend. He handed out a lot of red roses. He sang his heart out. An incredible voice. Everyone cheered, stomped, cried 'more! more! more!' - but after what must have been two hours, they didn't come back on stage.

Either Roy or HG was sitting in front. I'm not sure which is which.

When we walked out to catch the train home (why bother with parking the car?) I was walking side by side with the bass player. Matt wouldn't let me follow him into the Hilton for a night cap though. Now everyone should say, Matt, where's the funshine?

Thankfully today we three are happy to play it low key. Tea is the perfect salve for squabbling siblings. Try saying that ten times fast.

For any of my Twitter pals or Facebook friends, I didn't go with the leopard cat suit.. Too hot to handle. Maybe next time?

* Bambini Trust - 185 Elizabeth Street, Sydney. Go for a glass of wine or go next door for dinner. Tell them PottyMouthMama sent you. Actually - don't. That won't get you anywhere.

Att: Boozehounds Re: Tipples

Dear Boozehounds,

It has come to my attention that while I've been enjoying a quiet tipple or two, I've neglected to give you le scoop de la scoop.

Yesterday afternoon, while cruising the aisles of our local bottle-o, I discovered this beauty. Those labels, beguiling. Sublime vintage flower seed packets. I couldn't go past them. This label wooed me. You know dear reader, oh how I love a good vintage something or another - and this, this is divine to the power of divine.

And then I noticed it's name. The Four O'Clock Chardonnay. Oh how it mocks me!

For realz, check out this new organic wine. Ten points for beauty! And it's not a bad drop either (trust me, I have the almost empty bottle to prove it).