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I am torn between delight and affectionate embarrassment at the name "Hella Fine merlot," which is appropriate, because Train has been making me feel that combination of emotions for going on thirteen years now.

And now I am going to drink Train wine, listen to Save Me San Francisco, and write Steve/Bucky porn, because that is how Responsible Adults spend their Friday nights.

This is everything I dreamed my late twenties would be. I'm not sure if I should be proud or ashamed of the fact that statement is made without any sarcasm whatsoever.