Walla Walla: A town for winos

It occurred to me that I've had a lot of wine this week, and I didn't really pay for a drop of it.

The glass of wine is as ubiquitous here as dandelions and lilacs, but this spring lasts the year round. I tasted 13 wines today, at work, before lunch. I took three bottles home. I don't know what to do with them, and I was hoping you'd help me.

Haphazard, like a drunk white lady, I stumble through Walla Walla life, without having to worry about being sober enough to get back on the plane to Seattle.