The Lost Weekend

Okay, maybe the title of this post is a bit of an exaggeration - my drinking this weekend was no where near the level of the alcoholism portrayed in the famous Billy Wilder movie. However, I drank more on Saturday than I have drank in a long time and am still feeling the effects two days later. By one estimate I drank almost 3 bottles of wine by myself. I think it's going to be a full week until I can even look at a drink again.

Of course, it was entirely worth it. I spent all day and night Saturday with a group of amazing women, including my two sisters-in-law, Katie and Laura, and two of Katie's close friends. It was supposed to be a kind of reunion for the group that went to Katie's bachelorette weekend in New Orleans last fall. So we headed out to my in-laws' place in the the mountains and toured wineries in the area. That might sound calm and sedate, but when wine tasting is involved lots can happen. Check this blog entry from one of the women on the trip for more details. I warn you now - things got pretty silly.