Hey Free Rangers,
Whoa. There was just a paragraph here that might be too dark for general consumption. So, that’s been bumped to the bottom, for those who have the desire and the fortitude….
And hello darkness, my old friend. Going into the kind of year we are about to, it’s best if you’ve made buddies with the abyss. But in all seriousness, please make sure to take at least a moment to breathe deep and ask yourself what you need. Also check in with your people that you may not have heard from in a minute and make sure they’re holding it down. I personally am physically ill from stress, but given the year most have had in this industry, in this market, we are profoundly grateful for the numbers you all have helped us achieve, and we very much look forward to continuing to faithfully serve your wine and spirits needs, and kickstarting our in-store tasting program once again in the coming weeks. Crazy whiskey sales upcoming in January as well. Stay tuned!
Now, Derek tells me that (at least) the last two online sale pages are still live, plus the Eagle Rare deal and EH Taylor deal pages. I’ll have to take his word for it. I’m just coming out of a covid haze, and my brain still isn’t right. The respiratory issues weren’t nearly as prevalent as previous rounds, but my remaining grey matter clearly isn’t currently in its correct size cranial shoe, to mix metaphors (badly). Anywho, those live links for remaining Turkey Day 6-packs and and Schramsberg sale page can be found here:
(!) Schramsberg + Turkey Day 6-packs (!)
And the EH Taylor deal page is here (Eagle deal page should be at the bottom of the EH Taylor page):
(!) EH Taylor sale page (!)
And for those not faint of heart (or of caustic prose), here’s the note I wrote late last night. Admittedly it was my first day back off the wagon, even if only lightly (by my standards), so with significant trepidation, here ya go….
Ya Know Free Rangers,
Phish phriends are the worst. Not you, Alli, Aaron, Ellie, Nick, Sage, Scott, Bren, Jamie, Ari, Kelly, Justin, Liz, Jesse, Lang, Kyle, Anna, Tom, et al. A lot of you have no idea what I’m saying right now, but for all you hippies, neo-hippies, and hippie sympathizers, you know what I’m talking about. People who will abandon their families and travel thousands of miles and pay thousands of dollars to support a band/corporation that doesn’t care if they live or die, but can’t be bothered to spend 30 minutes on an A train and cross a river to have lunch with you, while they’re on freakin’ vacation and you’re working seven days a week here in The City. That’s right. Brooklyn is The City. The overrated trash island that separates us from New Jersey is called Manhattan, and you can keep it. No offense to anybody who actually lives there and likes it, including my brother to whom I owe more than I’ll ever be able to repay (Karmically that is, you will definitely get the rest of that cash back, for real). But sometimes you just happen to have a long lost best friend who spent years joking out loud about hanging himself in the garage, and then everybody is shocked and you never got to say goodbye. But that last time he called, you knew the voice was different, the tone more desperate, the bargaining for connections you offered long ago to which you no longer had access. And your life was three thousand miles away now, and barely holding it together yourself. I mean the guy played “Death Trip” at every damned show and nobody liked that song that much, not even Danny, who wrote it. Too dark? TMI? Well, buy the ticket, take the ride and all. Songs like “I Ain’t Been Myself in Years” sure hit differently now, don’t they.… No, I’m not okay, thanks for asking, but I’ll be fine. The holidays can be tough, I’m told. Luckily, I don’t do holidays. Seriously, be sure to check in with you and yours (not me, I’m good, for reals).
Cheers,
Jack
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