Bottle of red, bottle of white

Otherwise known, as dinner tonight.


Actually, it’s a bottle of Riesling, and if I am not drunk by the time I’m done with it, I’ve got a bottle of port. You know, a dessert wine for, well, dessert!

I’m so stupendously over this day, it isn’t even funny. I appreciate anyone who made me laugh — it was no small feat, and I’ll remember it … well, I’ll remember it once I hopefully sleep off the hangover I’m hoping for. …

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