Dinner is Served
Ξ March 11th, 2008 | → 27 Comments | ∇ alcohol, nuttin in particular |
My favorite part of being single has to be the fact that I do not have to cook dinner for anyone, which means I can eat whatever I want while not wearing pants. While sitting on the couch with the TV remote and a laptop.
After a day like I had, it was nice to come home and crack open a bottle of chardonnay. Normally I am a beer (mmmmmmmmm, Smithwicks) and pretzels kind of girl. Or a Ketel One and tonic kind of girl. Or a Maker’s Mark and ginger ale kind of girl. Or a Don Julio margarita kind of girl. But tonight I cracked open that bottle of wine and lemme tell you, it is tasty. TAS-TEE!
Chardonnay goes with a piece of leftover pan pizza, right? I mean, after all, there wasn’t any pepperoni on the pizza. Doesn’t meat on a pizza dictate red wine?
Anyhow, problem is, I don’t want to become an alcoholic and most alcoholics drink alone, right? I don’t think my dogs count against the alone part. Yet I really wanted that damn wine.
So I called my cousin. She lives out of state and we talked while we each drank a few glasses of wine. That counts, right? That so counts!