Buster Will be Attending October 2nd Louis/Dressner Tasting! Don't miss this rare opportunity to meet the dog behind the wine!
How recent is that pic of Buster?
34-years-old.
hi mr. dresser! i thought it would be a good idea to inform your constituency of your other services, namely family counseling. your assistance with our family crisis of whether to allow our daughter to attend the oar concert in central park was quite helpful. since i know that you're quite curious as to how everything played out here's the scoop. it seems the parents of the other young gal were having the same problem and scuttled the plans before it got to the final discussion stages in our home. then another group of kids got tickets to see the red hot chili peppers at jones beach and that is where she's heading. she did inform me that she was able to sell the oar tickets to two other classmates at face value. you sure know a lot about things other than wine. i think you should re-name your company louis/desser imports and family counseling. will be in touch at the next crisis. thanks.
You're out of your mind!
they're in a limo. there's a parent. its a sixteenth birthday deal.
Strangle your daughter's independence!
I used to go to Jones Beach when I was growing up in Queens. I don't remember much except it always seemed to take forever to get there and there were millions of people on the beach. Is it still the same? Now that I'm almost middle aged and live in Portland, Maine, I can walk to a beach. And there aren't millions of people there because: (1) there aren't millions of people living in Maine; (2) the water is usually too cold; and (3) when millions of people are visiting Maine during the summer they don't go the beach in Portland. So I've come up in the world, except that I have to drive to Boston to get Clos Roche Blanche. Well, you can't have everything.
The Sheriff's daughter also has to drive far to get a bottle of Clos Roche Blanche.
pretty harsh stuff from someone who can't be bothered to bring a hostess gift and who spilled wine on the commissioner.
You have a point there.
i don't know. this is all part of the sweet sixteenth birthday phenomena that is rampant here in the suburbs. when your daughter reaches the age of sixteen the parents are required to invest copious dollars on limos, restaurants, concerts and whatever else the erstwhile blackmailer can dream up. the missus and i sprung for dinner for 10 at woo-lae-oak somewhere around where you live, plus the requisite limo. if i had mentioned any of these things to my father in my youth he either would have burst out laughing or thrown me in a sanitarium.
woo-lae-oak is near the office that the sweet-16-year-old's local retailer has never visited to taste wine and expand the limited choice of wines in his store. I live elsewhere.
they put them in the private room at the top of the stairs, gave them a young stud waiter with the unfortunate name of shannon gannon and the girls giggled, ate and talked on cell phones all night. the missus and i ate downstairs and only went to the private room for birthday cake which woo lae oak was kind enough to procur for us.
It's great that the suburban kids accept their parents going out with them.
accept really isn't the best word to describe the negtiations that were involved with planning that particular event.
If I was your kid I would run away from home!
we micro manage.
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