Last of the Summer Wine
Because red wine is just like Lay's potato chips. Betcha can't eat just one bottle. Not that you'd actually EAT the bottle. That would be ridiculous. And painful.
Let's do this. One last spree before sunset. A final frolic in the heat and haze. The next time we meet like this, the breezes will be cooler, the leaves will be redder, and the harvest will be almost ripe. It's the last Wine-Off of the summer. And we don't intend to waste it.