What do I have to do in this town to get a mf frosé? I go to The Grove on three separate occasions to order one and each time: “Sorry, our machine is broken.” Three separate times! And in a span of about a month and a half. Then, I find out that the bar 150 yards from the cut is known for their frosé, even pimping them hard on their Instagram page. So I call the squad up and we go there for a few laughs and some fucking frosé.
I was so close. That chick was mean as hell, though. And now frosé season is basically over. Pumpkin spice and all that shit is here. Why is the universe not allowing me to enjoy this amazing beverage? I will find a frosé this weekend even if it kills me.
Listen to us discuss our weekends in fun on this week’s Touching Base.
What are you doing for fun this weekend?.
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