Whitesnake wine: My lonely street of dreams just got boozier
After budgeting myself this week, I have found an additional $29.95 to spend. Should I buy more food for the week? A new t-shirt? A copy of both Bill & Ted movies to cheer Keanu up?
No, silly. I’m going to buy a bottle of wine sold by a 1980s metal band. Sadly, not Poison. (But if Bret Michaels‘ band does ever release a potent potable, I strongly suggest they find a different name.) It looks like Whitesnake has decided to dabble in the refine and release The Whitesnake Zinfandel 2008, a “bodacious, cheeky little wine, filled to the brim with the spicy essence of sexy, slippery Snakeyness” made to “complement any & all grown-up friskiness & hot tub jollies…”
Based on that description, I’m not totally convinced that this isn’t just corked hot tub water, but I’m willing to give it a try. I’ll let you know how it is after I swig it in my own jacuzzi, surrounded by PopWatch groupies and Brian Krause. Translation: I’ll let you know how it is after I swig it in a karaoke room, surrounded by fellow PopWatchers singing “Here I Go Again.” Translation: I’ll let you know how it is after I swig it in my studio apartment, surrounded by my cat watching me sing “Here I Go Again”…on my own.