Wine in the morning
And some breakfast at night

Inspired by an excellent bout of red wine drinking last Sunday night, we decided to take to the bottle more often, as often as the Baptists go to church. So this Wednesday evening, Josh and I once again drank, philosophized, sang all the French children's songs we knew (around 5) wrote a Haiku (no you can't read it), and passed out, in variable order. All in all, a good evening. And lucky you! We have pictures.


Here is a self-taken picture of two happy little winos.


Here are Sam and Mark, who desperately want to be winos too. Too bad they just look crazy. Drink up boys, in another few teacups you'll be there.


Uh oh. Josh wants to be a wine model, if there is such a thing. Too bad these are just the aspirations of a drunkard.


Somehow I wouldn't buy a wine brand that the spokesperson was inclined to molest this lovingly. Although, admittedly, Yellow Tail is pretty good stuff for the price.


This is when the passing out began. Observe, Stage 1 of Passing Out, exemplified by Josh.


This is Stage 2 of Passing Out, modeled by myself. Note the large stain beneath one of the bottles when I knocked over Josh's cup of wine.


Here is Stage 3. It doesn't get any more passed out than this, folks. Oh wait, Jenny was sober at the time.


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