Two teenagers say ‘I love you’ for the very first time in a vineyard they snuck into under the stars. Fifty years later they say it again at their dining room table over a bottle of wine from that year. What I want to know is which time was it more important? What I can’t figure out is whether we can live with a handful of crushed grapes in our young hands, or is there a potent enough reason to earn the right to taste a wine almost as old as ourselves?
Me, I think I’m the type that had too much of it once and doesn’t trust myself to try it again. The fool things we do when we’re just finding out how drunk we’ll allow ourselves to be- sometimes they’re bad enough to make you drop it for good.
So I go around asking, but nobody knows what they want or even why they want it. If you ever get a chance, watch couples in the bar, but don’t ask them what they’re doing there- they don’t know. I can’t figure it out, either.
I can’t figure out what the difference is between the magic we take and the magic we earn if all of it burns in our hands. What price is it worth down the gullet to our livers if we’re all gonna be sober in the morning?