A long weekend is the best kind of weekend. Saturdays feel like Fridays, Sundays feel like Saturdays, and Mondays feel like… well, Sundays. That extra day is such a gift. I’m going to spend as much time as possible watching the waves (one of the many advantages to living in Southie, across the street from the ocean). And I’m going to drink cuvée from a can. And I’m going to…
