Right now I want to talk about birthdays. You see, my birthday is fast approaching, and for that reason I am in Paris. (I’ll come back to that.)
But I won’t lie to you, sometimes birthdays are difficult. I think to myself:
“Who am I? What have I been doing? Is that a new wrinkle? I can’t hide mouth wrinkles with bangs or a new haircut!”
Down the rabbit-hole I fall. And then I think to myself,
“Maybe someone will give me money for my birthday. Maybe I’ll get more money back from my taxes. Maybe I will save up for botox.”
This makes me happy for a second. And then I think to myelf, “Look at what you’ve become: a part of the machine, you say yes to the man, you’re but a robot!”
Haha, but not this year! This year I’m in Paris, where EVERYTHING GETS, no… TASTES BETTER WITH AGE!!!
2012 is a good year my friends. So far, I have been in Paris for a week, and I have been non-stop eating all kinds of dirt-nasty, moldy cheese… such as roquefort, brie, camembert, and some others that I can neither pronounce nor spell. I have also been sippin on that wine juice, which is just super-old grapes and stuff!!
The point is this: *Aging tastes good* It might smell really bad at first, but then your nose will adjust to that smell…. and then-only then-will you be able to enjoy classy wine and cheese.
Unless you’re lactose-intolerant. (If this is the case, you should think about botox.)
p.s. If you or someone you know is having a birthday, it is a good idea to get them a bottle of aged wine, paired with a zodiac wine stopper or -in the name of all things classy and French- a Napolean wine stopper (in stores).