"Hey, Luis my friend, I can no longer in good conscience promise to buy you a bottle Dom Perignon when Castro takes his underworld express train."
Huge struggle between my patriotism and my wine rack these past few weeks my friend. Those bottles of Möet White Star, Taittinger, Pommery...and the jewel of them all, my pampered bottles of Louis Reoderer Cristal...
But patriotism was rising far above hedonism, and it looked bad for my wine rack, so I made a decision, and in a moment of incredible clarity yelled out "piss on the French".
Then suddenly, I had a plan.
You are hereby officially invited to my "Piss On The French" party.