Cold as hell in here. I wish there was an IPad App that could register temperature. Stuck my hand into my wine cooler, set at 54 degrees, and it felt warm. This is a great spot for wine...most small wine shops are too hot...wine does not do well stored above 60 degrees.
Have been alone much of the day...answering emails and coordinating the plumbing...which goes in on Tuesday. I have to rent a concrete saw tomorrow and cut into the floor to fit the floor drain and mop sink (which I will never use...thanks health dept).
Lots of lookie-loos though. Mostly old people today. Like moths to the flame. Here's another one just now...old man on an electric bike. Bike too big for man (Or is it the other way around?)
Resisting the urge to drink. Scratch that, it's a lie. Drinking a pretty little Montepulciano wine from Abruzzo. Lovely and fine, heady but not serious.
The meter maid comes by once an hour. When the sun goes down I think her little blinking light is the cops.
Customers-a-plenty, but no way to legally slake their steadily growing thirst. Can thirst grow anyway?
Good song: Golden Cage by The Whitest Boy Alive.
Will anyone mind if I read at the bar? Should I post customer stream-of-consciousness here? Might be fun.
Well, time to call it a day.
Cheers,
Graham
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