Cinderstella & Her Sweet Berry Wine

I thought I might turn into a pumpkin last night when the clock struck twelve as I proceeded on to my next glass of Meritage.  No way, Jose'.  Much to my surprise, I watched the minute hand go around the clock at least two more times before I hit the hay.

I am not too proud to admit that I just can't swing it like I used to on a school night  Not only am I more of a lightweight than I used to be, but my responsibilities at work have  at least quadrupled since then.  I can no longer go to work a space cadet for the day, zoning out to Hotmail and Facebook as my hangover therapy.  I can no longer blog through it, letting it all air out in the open, only to get me through the day.  That hasn't been the case for years now, as things keep changing.  It's rather strange, actually.  I now handle multi-million dollar accounts and there is simply zero degree room for error.  Responsibility sometimes depresses me.  Drag.

I blame our houseguests from China on last night's episode.  (Really, neither one of them is from China, one just lives there and the other lives in NoCal.)  It all started when we headed out for a Thai dinner after I worked a ten hour day (a bad one, at that) and really I just wanted to collapse into my PJ's and call it a night.  Well, if I'm going to have Thai (or Japanese, for that matter), I'm going to have a glass of Plum wine with it (in this case, two).  As it turns out, that Plum wine was just enough to make me think it was a good idea to go wine tasting at 9:30p on a Wednesday night.

On the way, I made the boys all promise me that, even if I threatened their lives, I was only allowed to have one glass of wine.  (How's that for self control?)  They held true to their promises...until we got home.  Then suddenly I was allowed to have one glass of wine at home, as well.  My tolerance is nothing these days.  But then, if I had two glasses of Plum wine at dinner, one glass/tasting and then another at home, I suppose that's not particularly lightweight material.

At any rate, I was introduced to this video which we proceeded to view over and over again.  The laughing came in handy, doubling as my ab workout for the day.  But why, why was it so hysterical?  It's not really that funny.  In fact, it's pretty stupid.  No, no, no...it's freakin' hilario.  Hi. Lar. Ri. O.



I digress.  It must be the Sweet Berry Wine.

The bottom line is that fun times were had by all and the wine (along with the company) was exceptionally amazing.  And I didn't even turn into a pumpkin like I had thought I would...until this morning when my alarm went off at 6:45a.