Finger Lakes – The Promised Land Part 1

Don’t worry – I haven’t gone sober on you all. It’s been a crazy few weeks at Ratapu HQ (aka, suburban Brooklyn) and I haven’t had a spare moment to rave about the beautiful bottles that have┬ávery briefly graced my wine shelves. Any minute I’ve not been hustling for zombie boy band westerns (yep, that’s…

Strawberry Fields Forever

My longest and closest friend is the only person who can get me to legitimately piss myself laughing. It isn’t even intelligent humor; we joke about trash and awful sex. When we get together, our respective lives are┬áchecked at the door. I’ve gone months without even a text, graduating college, getting a job, boyfriend, some…