A Bottle of Red Wine

I had the luxury of enjoying a bottle of red wine with 2 of my khahis at boat quay on saturday. The wine was good. The atmosphere was just fine considering the fact that we hadn't had any good place to chill out when Wet and Whistle closed it doors. It may have been better if there were just jazz music and the seats were a little cosier. It would also have helped if they had more than one pencil and song book for the whole pub to share.

Khaki ONE was treating the red wine like coca cola. I didn't even think he enjoy the drink, only the company of me and Khaki TWO. Khaki ONE apparently just gulp down the wine mouthfuls by mouthfuls and allegedly agreed that the wine was good. Kudos to him for making the effort to enjoy the drink. AH... One other thing was when he sang, he let out a shiek during a start of the song. I quite like this part. It was funny, at least to me.

Khaki TWO was a tad sick to fully enjoy and bask in the fun. However, i believe the marlboro was treating his illness very well. Unless the government bans smoking, i do not think he is going to quit any time soon. Lets hope nothing bad happens! AH... we both spotted a piece of meat that looked very much like sashimi in the urinal. Can you believe it? Which moron would throw sashimi in the urinal? Does he expect that big lump of meat to get flushed down the 10 over small holes in the urinal? Yuck!

I was enjoying the wine though i cannot really differentiate between what's or good or bad wine. As long as they all taste the same as the previous one i had then i guess they are good.
The sharing of a common space, a bottle of wine, a common concensus upon the idea of good wine just amazes me. The outcome of the trip was definitely good. But the idea that left a good impression upon us was really not identical.
Khaki ONE: The company the wine was share with.
Khaki TWO: The chance to smoke without hiding and the taste of the wine.
Me: The long forgotten times that we once had at Wet.
Old things interest me. They have a history behind them that gives them the character and mystery. Old times are the same. Forgetting the times shared together are especially easily when we are all tied down by the work we had to do.

The bottle of red wine i had with them brings back some sweet, smoothing memories we had. Just like the taste of the wine.