Last of the Summer Wine
"'Syrah Syrah! Sis Boom Bah!' And then they took the wine and called my boss and that's how I lost my job as a deliveryman."
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.