Love Thy Booze Dealer

I live around the corner and way down the street from a little wine and spirit shop called Spiritus. The guys who work in there are friendly, helpful, and just an overall great lot. Sometimes they have free wine tastings and everyone in the neighborhood is welcome to come out and taste the new varietals they get in stock. I've yet to make a tasting due to work. This past week, I gathered up whatever minor ducats I had in my wallet and walked down for a bottle of my favorite Sicilian red. It's called Pinocchio. Try it if you haven't already. The label on the bottle features whimsical black and white sketchings of Pinocchio in random scenarios, so in essence, the bottles are great collectibles, each one features a different sketch of Pinocchio... but I digress... This past Wednesday, after I paid for my red, I turned to walk out the door when I finally noticed the music being played. It stopped me in my tracks. "Who is this?" I asked the guy with the blond, shoulder length, shaggy hair and the surfer-meets-Tom Selleck-chic mustache and beard, who rang my purchase. I think his name is John, but I'm not sure. I should be certain, considering how often I frequent the place. Anyway, he told me it was a CD of various artists he picked up, used, while in North Hampton, MA. He said it's by Jet Records or the CD was called Jet Society or something to that effect, perhaps both. Needless today, he offered to burn me a copy, which I thought was generous of him. I accepted. Yesterday/Saturday, I ran in for a Sauvignon Blanc and he rang me up again. He gave me my bagged purchase and then slyly slid the burned copy of the CD Jet Society, towards me. I was bit taken aback, because I honestly had forgotten and I guess I wasn't really expecting him to actually burn it for me. But then again, when I lived directly across the street from Spiritus, he lent me his trusty camp lighter so that I could light various incense sticks in my apartment. He trusted that I'd return it, and I did... so I shouldn't've been surprised that he had actually burned the CD for me. I love Jet Society. I listened to it, upon my return home, and it passes with flying colors. Brazilian Samba, Bossa Nova, Funk Samba. It's great! My favorite genre of music. Forget familiarizing yourselves with your seafood monger or your neighborhood butcher... get to know your local booze dealer! You may end up with a great CD to add to your collection. Brother Omi, check this one out, if you can get your hands on it!

2 comments

Amadeo said...

Is loving thy booze dealer anything like supporting your local sheriff?

TiffJ said...

Um,
that depends on whether or not the local sheriff can pour a wikkid glass of Shiraz...