| My ‘73 Apollo was new then, tooling down the interstate south from the brewery, when Larry and I come upon these three girls hitchhiking. They were long-haired, fatigue-coat-wearing hippie chicks headed to a party in Waco. About 90 miles, but what the hell? Two of the little ladies sat in the back seat passing round huge party joints, while the third wedged in between Larry and me and our bottle of wine. Things were pretty loopy anyways, so I wink at Larry and hold the wine bottle up to one nostril and “snort” loudly. Wide-eyed, the Waco gal asked me what the hell was I doing? “Snorting wine,” I tossed at her, as it she was some sort of an idiot. “You never heard of snorting wine?” I asked her incredulously, while passing the bottle across her to Larry. He was in on it, so he mimicks the same nasal imbibing, and the little girl just can’t believe it. “Here,” Larry handed the wine to her, shaking his head at her. "Try it...it’s no big deal.” Miss Waco slowly lifted the green glass neck to her nostril, closing off the other one, then SNORTED the wine loudly. Naturally she spit wine out of her nose and gagged and coughed, but she did it. The commotion revived her zoned-out buddy girl in the back to raise up and look over the seat and demand, “What the hell are you doing?” Little Miss Wine Snorter cocks back her head, "Snorting Wine! What the hell do you think I’m doing?" she replied as if her friend was an idiot. "Is it good?" she asked.... but the wine was running too low for further initiations. |
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