the Twelve Days of Christmas
Twelve Days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me:
an LED face mask…uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,
I guess those Cabernet-induced bags under my eyes need some immediate addressing.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me:
two tickets to the NIN show in Montreal, on February 16th…
the Peel It Back tour is a visual and sonic masterpiece
that jolts the body and mind and soul into untrodden territory…ohhhhh my.
On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me:
three bottles of Wwe. Dr. H. Thanisch – Erben Thanisch Riesling Kabinett, Berncasteler Doctor, 2021…
every interaction with this wine reinforces the concept of spirituality in winemaking.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me:
four tickets to Kansas City so I can enjoy the fan zone for the 2026 World Cup…
god knows…even baby Jesus knows…the actual tickets to the actual games are insanely priced.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me:
five visits to Smithereens Restaurant in the East Village of NYC…
so I can fully revel in the buckwheat pancake with smoked bluefish…it is like manna from heaven
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me:
six hours of conversation with Scott Galloway…
truth be told, it will be more of a monologue by Prof G
as I could listen to him discourse about anything & everything.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me:
seven bike rides with Tadej Pogačar up the Coll de Rates…
I would probably need exponentially more bike rides with Tadej
just to make it through the first kilometer
as Tadej dances on his pedals like an angel glides through the heavens.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me:
eight sessions with a customer service rep at TOAST…
we finally laid to rest our Micros 3700 and its analog ways
but the technicolor dream coat that is TOAST is driving me to daily dismay.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me:
nine pedicures…the 200,000 nerve endings in each foot
require a degree of attention that I personally cannot provide.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me:
ten extra lessons with Isaac at Guitar Center on 14th Street…
I am not going to master “Dark Entries” by Bauhaus
if I only practice on my air guitar, in the wine cellar, late at night.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me
eleven bottles of Roberto Henriquez País “Franco” 2024…
this vintage (along with a new winery) produced the bestest bottles Roberto has ever crafted
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me:
twelve Luxardo-soaked maraschino cherries…to adorn my Manhattan cocktails
that I will raise to toast the greatest metropolis on the planet, New York City.