I remember when I was in high school. I had fake ID. NYC ID had no pictures. It said I was 6' 4" blonde. But it worked pretty good. I moved down to NC. No money, but needed fix. Called up some friends and bought couple of jugs of cheap wine. It was a night to remember. One of the guys never got drunk before, I found out later, he said he can handle it. He couldn't stop puking. He had nothing in him and he kept puking biles. Took him to an ER. And I got up with the hangover of the century.
Next big wine-fest was at St. Andrew's lodge for Burns night. I'm sure some of you remember the night of cat food comparing to haggis by this old lady. Same results. Huge hangover. So, for rest of my life, I stayed away from wine.
But the port came into my life, and I figure "what the hell, it's just a fermented grape juice". My wife enjoys wine, so I shop for her. I tried few and found out I don't hate them. And I keep it under a few glasses. Still taste like bad grape juice mixed with water, but gets the buzz going.
So tonight, some Tuscana or the other

Next big wine-fest was at St. Andrew's lodge for Burns night. I'm sure some of you remember the night of cat food comparing to haggis by this old lady. Same results. Huge hangover. So, for rest of my life, I stayed away from wine.
But the port came into my life, and I figure "what the hell, it's just a fermented grape juice". My wife enjoys wine, so I shop for her. I tried few and found out I don't hate them. And I keep it under a few glasses. Still taste like bad grape juice mixed with water, but gets the buzz going.
So tonight, some Tuscana or the other










