sparkling wine. crisp apple. pomegranate. cinnamon stick. citrus.
It’s the company holiday party. Chad’s already three sheets to the wind and myrtle hasn’t stopped bitching about who the hell knows what since she got here. Yeah, mama’s gonna need some Jingle juice. So, lock target on the nearest punch bowl and plan your escape from Kevin and his endless monologue about how great Game of Thrones’ final season was.