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).
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
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