You know the film "Leaving Las Vegas", where Nicolas Cage heads to Vegas to drink himself to death? Well that's what I always call it when I look down and see a fruit fly struggling for life in my nice glass of wine.
^the via Instagram shot of the night
"We got a 'Leaving' Las Vegas'er!' in my grapes!" I'll shout at Jay as I begin the process of fishing it out with my spoon. Sometimes this happens when we're sipping on cheap wine and I genuinely feel for the little guy. Going out on a glass of Charles Shaw? That's no way to do it! But when it's a nice, smooth, expensive glass of wine I, first, get annoyed when a fruit fly enters it but then immediately think: Yup, I get it. Cause good wine is an art form. Especially when it's complemented with a beautiful view. Summer air. And your husband while you're on a mini-vacay, which happened in Ashland recently when we stepped away from everyone and had a little mini date at Martino's.
^Enjoying Italian in Ashland - I am Italian & Jay is from Ashland- this covers a lot of bases, amirite?
^That sky though [insert emoji of hands making a frame]
^Discussing life, love & future hopes & dreams (aka talking about the Kardashians)
^Good wine on a summer night.
^The world is a beautiful place.
So that was a lot of words and pictures to say "we ate at a restaurant" basically. ha!
Happy Monday, yo!