Wine and beer.

Today I wanted to talk a little about some alcohol experiences that I have had recently.

Not like that, though, I am a responsible father, I can't just get plowed anytime during the day. I think Holly and Ryan would do a lot of home-remodeling, given any opening at all.

Last night Michelle and I uncorked a bottle of Sutter Home White Zinfindel. It was a surprisingly enjoyable bottle of wine, with one major thing missing. After the bottle was gone, and I think I contributed to this a little more then Michelle, I didn't feel a single thing. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't looking to get pissed, and fall in to bed totally inebriated. I will gladly admit that I am a relative lightweight when it comes to the effects of alcohol but, I didn't feel even the slightest tunneling in of my vision, or acute god-complex that are the typical signal of my brain's bubbling speech: "You are right where you want to be, quit drinking." I even went so far as to go back out to the kitchen, and check the label of the bottle to make sure that I didn't buy some accidental non-alcoholic garbage, but I wasn't mistaken.

So I popped open a couple beers and that did the trick. I bought a six pack of Pete's Wicked Strawberry Blonde last weekend. Not my favorite kind, but I guess I occasionally drink a brand (Molson Golden) or buy some food (Wegmans-brand Italian sausage patties, Mild please) that reminds me of some past experiences. I guess I might not have been the most attentive, at that time to the strength of the memories that were being created, but I sure do hear it now.