Just as the title says, I found the awesome glass pictured below. Well... I can't take the credit for actually finding the glass. That belongs to Sara.
|Cool shape, not quite square|
Wracked with uncertainty, I decided to give the drink some time. We went to Donnybrook to dinner, with the intention of snagging it if it was still on the corner when we came back. If it was gone, it meant the owner had returned or someone else needed it more than me. If it was still there, it was always mine. If you love something, set it free, right?
After dinner, I felt the magnetic pull of the glass on the corner all the way back. I began to get ahead of Sara as my stride length and pace increased. Sweat beads dotted my forehead, my focus was clear: get that glass.
I was rewarded for my patience with the gleaming red beauty sitting on the same corner. All doubt and guilt fled me in an instant. Clearly no one was coming back for this glass after so many hours, and I felt like I was doing the owners of the garden walls a favor by taking the "trash" away from their pristine wall. I dumped out the red sludge and almost skipped home to wash the glass and enjoy a tasty glass of cheap white wine from it. Nice.