the downward spiral (apologies to trent reznor)

sad (but acceptable): drinking alone.
sadder: trying to drink alone, and failing.

how excited i was to open my fridge looking for the last of the spiced wine leftover from this week's hanukkristmasfest, only to find out that spiced wine does not save well. i will keep that strategy in mind next time i'm looking for wine-flavored pancake syrup. holy molasses.

but never fear; a girl determined to drink alone will find her way. next, how excited i was to finish the last glass of the mark west pinot noir brought for hanukkristmas by a good friend. aah, a toast to friendship; it's not so bad to drink alone if the initial gift was from a friend, right? oops- apparently i already drank alone a few days ago, and polished off all but one sip of the mark west.

oh well; resolving to buy another bottle of that pinot noir for the next dinner party, i headed back to the fridge for a beer. not as classy, but beggars can't be choosers... except that the only beer left in the fridge was paulaner salvator double bock, a bad idea from awhile back, only here for boiling brats.

so now it's just me and my good friend jameson, wondering where the party has gone.