"Once we hit forty, women only have about four taste buds left: one for vodka, one for wine, one for cheese, and one for chocolate." - Gina Barreca
Two broads and some booze
D: PR wizard. Not fond of piña coladas but is willing to get caught in the rain. Has only one cat so is not a "Cat Lady" and hates anyone who speeds through school zones and uses "at" to end a sentence. You will be judged.
J: Retired from teaching high school English after 24 years. Bothers everyone with a job about why they are working on weekdays. Digs wine but always prefers a damn good G&T.
PB: J's long-suffering husband. PB stands for Poor Bastard, playful nickname given by J's brother. Plays camera man, DD, and artistic commentator. Syd: J's daughter and our camera operator. She's bossy as hell, but since we ramble and get off topic, it's probably necessary. |
Who We BeWHO WE BE: Two Wyoming* gals with too much education, free time, and a penchant for alcohol.
*Yes. Wyoming is a state. A large, square state of which most was part of the Louisiana Purchase. Nearing our golden years according to high school students everywhere (middle age to all entrenched in it) and friends since high school, we decided to begin sharing bits of wit and wisdom before the knowledge dies with us. WHO WE NOT BE: We are not sommeliers or possessors of beer snob* certificates. Really only because we are too incapable of focusing as well as and as long as those people. Kudos to them. We are two drinkers with master's degrees in Communication & Leadership and Instructional Technology. We are qualified to do this because we drink, we read, and we pretend to know things.
*cicerone (not to be confused with fried pork rinds) So, take a load off and join us in the adventure that is . . . Highball Hijinks. |