There has been a tear in the space-time continuum this morning. The 80’s have spilled onto the street.
"What’s your son’s greatest superpower?"
"What’s your dad’s greatest superpower?"
"He can fly."
"What’s your greatest struggle right now?"
"I’m trying to work with a broken elbow. I do wrestling on the weekends, and during my last match I got thrown out of the ring by The Latin Lover— who’s actually my best friend. But he’s 6’2" and 290 lbs. I’m just a buck twenty five. He lifted me over his head and threw me clear over the ropes and I didn’t land very well. But even with a broken elbow, I got back into the ring and executed my finish move— I held onto his head and did a back flip off the ropes. But at the last moment he caught me and put me into a tombstone piledriver. But I got him back when the match was over, because I pretended to shake his hand, and my partner jumped him from behind. I do that kind of tricky stuff. Because I’m a bad guy."
"What’s your wrestling name?"
"The Superstar of All Superstars."
Being educated on #douro14 with a tasting of single varietals ‘01 Tinta Cão,’ 02 Touriga Nacional, ‘05 Tinta Barroca - this is fun!