I have a thing where after a couple of glasses of wine the next couple go down like oxygen. I get to a point where my old school partier nature rears it's multicolored head and senses fly out the window.
Oh not those senses, the a 5th glass may not be a good idea sense. That and the you don't chain smoke so why are you doing it now rational.
Of course I never take the Brazilian golden drinking pill engov because I'm not planning on having that much.
And now I have a smidgen of a hangover. Personally, I like to think of it as a hangunder. I'm dragging myself around like a lead footed obese gorilla.
So up and at 'em senseless woman. At the very least, the kids may get a McDonald's lunch out of all this.