The wine harvest, is about my favourite time of year. It's not just because that's when all the burcak.. that is fresh wine.. er.. some drink made from the dregs of the grapes.. or something, is about.. actually I can't stand the disgusting shit. It's not just because it's autumn and I generally like autumn although it's still early and we're in that kind of still summer if the weather co-operates, and glum, dull weather without anything interesting about it, if it doesn't. No. It's because of the dress up.
In one of our local parks.. the one with the vineyard in the middle.. one that is now even closer to us than it ever was before.. they have a theme every year.. medieval.. early 20th centuraly.. Bacchanalia! That's this year.. so tomorrow, we're going to wander down to our local park at the end of the street, and hang out with gladiators and do ancient roman stuff.. and whatnot. And drink horribly sweet fresh wine that's really sweet and terribly potent in plastic cups. It's gonna be awesome.
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