150 Million Microbes, Carpe Diem Tomorrow, and New Year’s Eve
There may be, all told, 150 million species of microbes. They can dwell in acid-drenched mines and Antarctic deserts.
Once you start procrastinating pleasure, it can become a self-perpetuating process: The longer you wait to open that prize bottle of wine, the more special the occasion has to be.
Walking home drunk after a New Year’s Eve party can be dangerous. More pedestrians are killed on the first day of the year than on any other day, and many of those killed have elevated blood alcohol levels.
I can’t drive home. Can’t walk home. Obviously, I need my own limo and driver.
I can identify with procrastinating pleasure. We have several bottles of wine that we have kept saving forever.
I have a 1998 Bordeaux that was bottled with a commemorative 2000 gold label for the Millennium. I’m considering opening it for New Years 2010 — but I suspect it should have been consumed a decade ago. This is probably one instance where the pay-off for waiting is less than for not waiting.
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