“Pinot from Burgundy is such a whore,” Morgan lamented. “It’s like the boyfriend who generally treats you like shit but shows up at the right time with flowers and chocolates. Of four bottles, two of them will be like, ‘Wow, that was really good, but I definitely paid for that.’ One will be like, ‘Fuck, this is so depressing, I spent all this money and this wine sucks.’ And the fourth bottle will be like, ‘WHY DO I EVER DRINK ANYTHING ELSE?’”
