un petit vin
Is what the French would say: a little wine. But they say ‘petit’ for everything, so in the end it doesn’t mean anything.
Today was my last day at my internship. After a day of finishing up old projects, reorganizing all my files and saying goodbyes, they sent me all over Paris lugging equipment / picking more up / dropping some off / etc, etc. I was sweating, exhausted and even pretty angry when I showed up at my boss’s door to give him the last of the stuff… But somehow it always melts away when he opens the door, makes a crack about how I look like I need a drink, shakes my hand and calls me “digger”. He gave me a 2006 merlot/cabernet-sauvignon and told me, “Drink that before you go.”
I walked in saying under my breath, “This is #@$*ing heavy,” and I walked out saying “Il m’a donné une bouteille de vin…” Ahh… as much as I’ve hated moments of it, this internship has been #@$*ing great.
euh, comment on dit..? 
Send some of that wine over here when you get the chance. 😛
Oh man, that’s so exciting!