Wine Tasting/Guzzling

We went to a very fun wine-tasting last night. We were fed tapas and an extremely adorable little Australian man (who has a house in Balmain!) led us through five glasses of Australian wines... Well, in theory it's five glasses, and in theory he leads you through them. What actually happens is that the extremely adorable little Australian man talks about the first wine and you intelligently sniff the nose and nod knowledgeably when he mentions "lime notes" and palates. Then he goes around and FILLS your glass with that wine until there is none left.

Needless to say, by the third wine being tasted, I was shouting out stories of my glory days as Mr Cricket in the Heroes Elementary Production of "Pinocchio" and giving dating advice to overly-cologned Londoners. By the end of the night, I had demanded all of my fellow-wine-tasters email addresses, believing that we had formed an irreplaceable bond that would last a lifetime. Also, I was feeling a bit queasy.
Then I took my shoes off and ran down the streets of Brussels in my socks. In my defense, my heels were very high and pointy.

Now it is the next day and I am feeling triumphant because I have managed to drink a cup of tea without getting sick.
Things are looking up.

I have to meet my advisor in four hours.
Things are looking down.

In honour of the night, and shamelessly ripping off this blog: dooce.com
I will now post a link to an extremely funny video: http://youtube.com/watch?v=i9UA-JSBm90

I know it's wrong, and maybe she really did hurt herself, but every time I think about it, I giggle. Those two anchors at the end are TOTALLY trying not to laugh. Enjoyable. See, I'm giggling again just thinking about it.