In my sonic au scratch doesn’t really exist. He’s the bounty hunter persona of robotniks daughter, Susanna, who was thought dead after an attack at one of robotniks old bases. Also, robotnik didn’t create the AoStH gang it’s more like he runs a bounty hunter guild and Susanna, grounder, and coconuts are part of it. Robotnik doesn’t know scratch is his daughter and Susanna and likes grounder as a friend because he’s a goofy, love able dumb dumb. Also coconuts is with bon bon because it’s a mixed-fandom au and I thought they’d like each other.
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It’s the last bottle of wine from my birthday party this past December. I’m not really a fan of #redwine, but this one is nice and smooth. #Cocobon #californiawine #ILoveMe #sassysaturday💋
To celebrate the impending inevitability that YES, YES I AM ACTUALLY GOING TO GRAD SCHOOL I've decided to go back to my blogging roots with a bottle of one of my all-time favorite wines that I have somehow never tried to review!*
*Or if I did I forgot to write anything down. Which is a distinct possibility.
Cocobon Something or Other Red Blend ($7.99 at Trader Joe's, Union Square)
Smell: Dark and rich. Like I've shoved my nose into a dense piece of black forest cake and am inhaling a river of cherry filling.
Taste: Pretty much the same. Although I'm pretty distracted by the 2-hour-long sidewalk sunset worship service that has been blasting loud spanish-language hymns from across the street into (or rather through) my window. So maybe there are some more flavors going on in here that I can't hear over the repeated cries of "praise jesus!" and "hallelujah!" (which are literally the only words I can understand).
Glass One:
Tonight I've tasked myself with figuring out how exactly I'm paying for grad school (translation: how many years I will be in crippling debt) and exactly how many days a week I'll be able to work at my day job while being a full-time student. Ideally I will figure these things out before I get too far into this bottle of rich velvety Cocobon because otherwise it might be hard to… CHRIST. THEY'RE SINGING AGAIN. You have to understand, there are only like a dozen people at this service but they are determined to make sure Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and literally everyone in a five-block radius can hear them. And yes I was aware there was a strange little church across the street (it's Harlem, guys–– there are five strange little churches within a block of my apartment), but they never used to do this sort of thing. In fact come to think of it I've never really seen them do anything at this particular strange little church. Where did these people come from? Why did they pick tonight to have their mass/jamboree/revival/seance? CAN'T THEY SEE I'M TRYING TO REVIEW WINE UP HERE?!
Anyway. What was I saying?
Glass Two:
Right, so I've closed the window completely and started blasting loud music and have put in headphones playing your new favorite podcast. Time to get to work!
Oh wait! I just identified another flavor in this delicious glass of Cocobon! Coffee!! Like really good coffee! Like the kind I used to be able to afford to buy before I got into grad school!
Glass Three:
I've just finished listening to the podcast for the second time in a row and have somehow veered off my original task and created a list titled "Things I Won't Be Able to Afford Anymore."
It includes:
Fancy smoothies
Unfancy smoothies
Chipotle
More than one slice at Two Boots
Jeans
Food served by waiters
Bottled water
Bottled anything for that matter
Cabs
Bars
Friends
Gloria Gloria Hallelujah–– Wait. That's just the jamboree again.
Oh god. What if I have to start buying three buck chuck? I thought those dark years were behind me...
Better ration this rich, chocolatey Cocobon while I still have it.
On second thought maybe I should have another glass instead.
Glass Four:
Three hours. They have been going for three hours. THE DARKNESS HAS NOT DETERRED THEM.
Glass Five:
They're still going. I've spilt wine on a tank top. That's right: THE BLOOD OF CHRIST HAS SPILT UPON ME.
And according to this budget I can never afford to buy another tank top again. I should add that to the list.
Glass Six:
That's it. I'm moving.*
*But not to Brooklyn. Just to spite everyone who thinks I should.
