Tequila in my Wine Glass

16 August 20:55

So, we just finished our Sunday dinner. I’m beat. Even though it’s not even nine yet, I think I’m going to have to turn in right away. How I’m going to make it through my evening math classes in two weeks is still beyond me. Not only am I in the habit of going to sleep at around nine, but I eat dinner at eight thirty. I’m going to have to bring salads with cheese to class, me thinks, and then sleep out the rest of class. Maybe H. will come pick me up so I can sleep in the car, too.

Speaking of dinner, I drink wine with my dinner here. I guess that beats the way I drink it at home -- as an afternoon pick-me-up of sorts. Normally, I drink red. Sometimes, I drink rose. So when the first bottle was rose, I didn’t complain. I also didn’t complain when the next was white, because I don’t want to be rude. Maybe it’s because my mom can’t drink white wine, so I grew up prejudiced against it. (Can one even be prejudiced against wine? Oooh, I don’t like your.. uhh grapes.) At any rate, this one tasted like crap. It wasn’t until I was finishing the bottle tonight (no, I’m not an alcoholic.. it’s been like four days), that I realized why it tastes so off with my dinner.

I think the people at the winery were playing a joke, and actually put tequila in the bottle. I’m serious. Now, don’t get me wrong. I like tequila as much as the next person. Probably more, actually. But I take my tequila in a shot glass with a lemon and salt on my hand. I do not take it in a wine glass with dinner. I think the “wine” gets me about as drunk as tequila, too. Crap.

On the plus side, though, I did discover that “tequila” tastes good with strawberry yogurt. I’m going to have to give that a shot on my next drinking binge, whenever that will be. It’s been forever, now. Do people as old as me even have drinking binges for fun anymore? Or does someone have to die/get divorced first before one has the excuse to drink themselves silly?

On a happier note (as if life gets any happier without tequila), I saw my first ever movie in French. Harry Potter. Ha. Okay, so not really French, but French-dubbed. I like to think I understood the slow parts, and not when they spoke rapid-fire. Next up on the to-do list? Understand my first ever movie in French.