Holy Hangover Batman!

I'm nursing a wine hangover this a.m. I am by no means a connaisseur of wine. In all honesty, I've never really been a fan of the stuff. But I'll have a few sips of it occationally, mostly when we are out. Never at home. I'm not the type of person that drinks wine at home with dinner, or at night to wind down. I'd rather have a beer.

Last night my husband and I and a group of my High School friends and their spouses went out to dinner. One of my best friends from school just got engaged, and she and her new fiance were going to be in town this weekend for Easter, so I thought it would be nice to get a group of our friends together for dinner that we are still in touch with. Nine of us went out last night to dinner at TASTE, which was very good food, but not very big portions, so we compensated by drinking alot more. (One of my friends husbands made the comment that he felt like he was on that Visa commercial where the get into the big fancy resturant and get served tiny little meals.)

We had a couple of bottle of white wine with dinner and then the majority of us decided since it was still early (8:00 p.m.) we'd walk across the parking lot to the Corkscrew Wine and Cheese company and eat and drink more.

I was feeling pretty happy at this point already and got really excited when we walked in the door and the first bottle of wine I saw was a red called "Bitch". For some reason all us girls found that to be extremely hilarious and we had to have that. All the ingredient on the back of the label were: "bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch....." You get the idea. Between the seven of us who decided to stick around, we took turns buying bottles of wine to share. Then we moved onto the cheese and meat trays. I can't even tell you what all we drank at this point other than they were all red and pretty much all tasted the same to me after a while. And they were doing down nice and fast.

We were loud and obnoxious and we had a blast. The place was packed when we got there and we closed it down. We were the last ones to leave, laughing our way out the door. Me with my empty souvenir bottle of "Bitch" in hand. What was left of the rest of the night is pretty much a blur, but that just consisted of the ride home and me passing out and going to bed.

This morning one of my friends called me to tell me that she's going to have to break down and paint her master bathroom now because the red wine stain on the wall where she got sick last night wasn't cleaning up very well. We just laughed. Thank God I didn't get sick. I can live with the minor headache all day, but I'm sure that if I would have gotten sick I would have sworn off of wine for the rest of my life which would be a shame. I think I might actually start to like the stuff.