“Sometimes when I reflect back on all the wine I drink, I feel shame! Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the vineyards and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn’t drink this wine, they might be out of work, and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, It is better that I drink this wine and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver.” ~Jack Handey
I had intentions to write a legitimate blog post today. But then, about 5 o’clock I opened a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from the Marlborough region of New Zealand. I hadn’t eaten in hours but, dang, was I thirsty. A half a bottle later and it was suddenly time to head to dinner. At dinner, believe it or not, I was still thirsty; so I had an amber ale micro brew from Fort Collins before our food arrived. That was about the time I remembered why it’s not such a great idea for me to drink without having eaten something first.
Nevertheless, somehow, all that drinking seems to have cleared my head of any rational thought, as if all the liquid I swallowed miraculously flushed out my brain. Now that it’s 11 p.m., I find I have nothing left to offer but a fading love for all humankind and a mild headache that only copious amounts of water will cure. Before I write something incredibly inane, I am declaring myself non compos mentis and going to bed. A wise woman knows when she’s had enough; a wiser woman knows when to shut up.
“Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.” ~ Ernest Hemingway