I was about to pour myself a glass of red wine when I realized I only had a bottle of white.

Argh! Urgh! Whatyagonnado!

Well, nothing.

If I were David Bowie, I would have red wine in my cellar. Lots of red wine that probably came with a cork and not a twist off top.  My David-Bowie-Self would be celebrating the 40th anniversary of my iconic album Aladdin Sane and probably be drinking a shiz-ton of red wine and getting pulled over for buzzed driving speeding down Sunset on my way to da bar.  But that’s okay ’cause I take a mean mugshot and I’m too rich to care ANYWAY.

I am not David Bowie.  I have no red wine.  This is not my beautiful house. This is not my beautiful kid in full Aladdin Sane makeup!

The above is what happens when you search David Bowie Red Wine.  Oh Google, I lerve you.

Goodnight Señor Bowie, wherever you are.