3 bottles of wine

 

A tale of three bottles of wine

 

These three bottles were not the 750mL variety. These were the big 1.5 L bottles. Two Sutter Home White Zinfandels and one oddball Pinot Noir.

 

The Pinot Noir died a dishonorable death when it slipped out of my hands and hit the floor. Red wine makes a nasty stain everywhere. The crimson fluid ran like blood throughout the kitchen. It was horrible, not unlike something out of a B-rated slasher flick.

 

So, I was bummed. Chel had her friend Melissa over Saturday evening, so we split one of the bottles of Zinfandel. I ended up pretty much drinking half. The mix of wine and Buspirone made me very, very sleepy. I slept like a rock. My jaw was pain free in the morning, so I think the lack of any significant dreaming helped that.

 

Then I took a nap about noontime on Sunday. It was Father’s Day, and I love naps. Unfortunately, my semi stupor from the night before caused me not to sleep well. In fact, I had one of the most intense dreams I have ever had. Well, it was THE most intense dream. Ever. EVER. It was so lifelike and yet vaguely bizarre I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. It was long, and had some adversity. At one point I thought I must be in a dream, because I knew I had dreams like this. However, try as I might, I could not wake up. I COULD NOT WAKE UP. I hit walls in my dream, and felt pain. Yet I stayed asleep. It was unsettling. I began to believe that I was actually awake and was having to deal with the slightly odd things that were going on. Fortunately, Chel closed a door in the house (ok, semi-slammed) and that caused me to awake. It took me several minutes to get my bearings, because it felt like I was dreaming in the other reality.

 

I have never been this frightened due to a dream since I was a little boy. I couldn’t tell what was live and what was a dream. I couldn’t tell. I COULDN’T TELL!!!!

 

So, the last bottle of wine was needed. I had placed it in the freezer the previous evening for a quick chill, but I forgot about it. The cork was nowhere to be found, but the wine defrosted nicely and was palatable (as far as cheap White Zinfandels can be palatable). All 1.5 L were consumed. I needed it. And I slept the night away with no dreams, and felt completely rested this morning.

 

I need to drink more wine.

 

L8rs-