tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post9035999883636375765..comments2024-02-19T20:45:03.110-05:00Comments on Red Mug, Blue Linen : Annals of the palate: the winefloggers are comingLaurenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-75536807035402968682011-07-23T11:51:44.746-04:002011-07-23T11:51:44.746-04:00I did! Who could not? One loves the house, and tha...I did! Who could not? One loves the house, and that side ("the nickel" side) is so graciously scaled for giving structure to a stroll in the gardens, that I just bit my tongue and remembered Vidal's spoof of it in "Burr." As to madras, no; in the true spirit of épater les bourgeois I wore a blizzard of Lacoste checks in long-sleeved broadcloth and, even worse, button-downed. That said, the madras alert was not ill-founded in the least.Laurenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17972899387484460347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4751850602006071202.post-42428095212815933512011-07-23T11:39:42.662-04:002011-07-23T11:39:42.662-04:00One hundred degrees, on the Fahrenheit scale, are ...One hundred degrees, on the Fahrenheit scale, are some dozen above the absolute shutdown of man's ability to sip -and then he slurps- and slips and drips into the stem.I do hope you made a show anyway-and in madras-hum, that is the bigger question?P.Gaye Tapp at Little Auguryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15115534755711063462noreply@blogger.com