Chicken Parm and Haze

I woke up this morning and couldn't remember all the pieces of my night.

I remember making Chicken Parmesan (for the first time ever, mind you).

{recipe here}

I remember V-Dizz thinking it was the bomb dot com (of course bc I'm a pro now. obvi.).

Good thing he didn't eat the uncooked pink spots that I saw in mine. True story. But let's just forget about that part.

I remember purchasing tickets to Korea for Brother's wedding in May - 

Super stoked bc V-Dizzle is coming with me!

Got a really good deal too, for only $941.

Homeland, here I come!

And hopefully more of this guy.

I remember watching stand-up comedian Kevin Hart on Netflix, but I don't remember what he was talking about. I just remember thinking he was hilarious.

Then I remember all of a sudden being in bed watching V-Dizz plug my iPhone in for me.

I don't know how I got to bed.

And I must have fallen asleep immediately after that because that's my last memory.

Then it hit me.

That $6.99 special at the grocery store for the bottle of Petit Sirah.

And I'm not talking that joke-size of a bottle that can be finished off in two glasses,

I'm talking the large and in charge bottle.

The sight of the last drop being poured flashed before my eyes as I was laying there in bed this morning.

A-ha!

Then I got a bit concerned.

It's not like I was stumble-around-drunk.

But for some reason, there are parts missing of my night and only flashes of moments.

Is this what ageing feels like?

I can't throw back a bottle like I used to?

From mere wine, I have spots in my memory?

Preposterous.

Maybe it's time I stick to the smaller, "classier" size going forward.

If not for anything but to preserve my youthful memories.

Anyway....... it's Friday!

I hope you all have lovely weekends that you can remember.

xoxo