Thursday, November 13, 2008
Cocktail Hour
But, of course, it is not all about the road. Sometimes it's about the evening at the end of the road for that day. We load the coolers into the motel along with the bags of clothes, the computer, the detritus of everyday life. And whilst I go out for a walk, Charlotte cuts the cheese, puts out the crackers, cuts up an apple, opens the wine (vino verde for most of the trip), gets out the wine glasses from their bubble wrap, lowers the lights and it's cocktail time. So is the trip about the road...as Rink calls it "the Obama-Werge-Miller-Canas Victory Tour"...or is it about cocktail time? Ask me after a few glasses.