Oh Pinot Gris you’re just like me

You Are Pinot Gris

More hip than most, you spot trends before they even really get started.
If something is new and unique, you know about it… and you’ve probably tried it.
You have a good number of projects, interests, and relationships – but they are all fleeting.
The world is so appealing and diverse, you can’t help but seek variety.

Deep down you are: A true flirt

Your partying style: Exclusive. You only party with people you’ve personally selected.

Your company is enjoyed best with: A big bowl of pasta

Perhaps it’s because I’m having an alcohol-free week that I was drawn to this blog thing. If I can’t drink it at the very least I can write about it.

Groover has joined me by only drinking beer this week – thanks Groove – your support is awesome.

At least I know the remnants of that St Clair Sav Blanc will still be there when I start drinking again.

The program I’m kind-of-not-really following anymore recommends red wine as it is more filling and better for you. One glass only, you understand, at a time a day.

I went back to the physio today. Turns out he’s a comedian. “Oh yes the only reason we’re always recommending exercise is to pay the mortgage! Ha ha ha.” It’s a bit like a dentist giving you a lolly after having your teeth drilled.

The hip flexor is improving nicely thank you, I might even go for a walk on the weekend.

Don’t want to push things.

Now I wonder how that big bowl of pasta is going to fit into the diet?

2 Replies to “Oh Pinot Gris you’re just like me”

  1. What is it with physios who think they’re comedians?
    When I was having ankle treatment once every couple of weeks, I’d go into the room, sit down, and he’d say I could take my shoes off.
    “But,” he’d say, “just take off the one sock, that way I won’t amputate the wrong leg.”

    It was funny the first time, less funny the second time. The third, through sixth time I was thinking “this guy’s just weird” but when he did it every. single. time it dawned on me that he wasn’t making the same joke over and over, he was making one big joke about telling the same joke over and over, at which point I got the irony of it and it became funny in a whole new way.

  2. I’m going to have to bite the bullet one day soon and see either a physio or a chiropractor. the aches are getting to me.

    Wines? Know nothing about them, don’t drink at all, but I’m a chardonnay.

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