Last of the Summer Wine
Depression. Anxiety. Pink eye. Inflated self-worth. Hemorrhoids. Rabies. You name it, bacon can cure it.
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.