Sunday night. The Emmy's are on. Does anyone else think that Buffy should have staked Ed Herrmann right there on stage?

Friday night Sonya and I went to Libertyland as part of a company thing. We ate barbecue, rode a few rides and went home early. Free dinner! Free rides! Life is sweet. I did this exact same thing last year, if you want more details.

Roxy has ear mites! Hoorah! I went to the vet yesterday to get some ear mite medicine and, while in West Memphis, went and saw my family. I ate a whole bunch of beans and, consequently, had a whole bunch of gas later in the day. My mom tried to insist that I eat some of the brisket she'd made, but I managed to politely decline. Julie did too, which helped my case somewhat. The no-meat thing, I fear, gives Glenda pause. Thanksgiving will by a challenge. Hell, I have no moral arguments behind my dietary habits; I may just eat turkey - to hell with my digestive system.

Speaking of dietary restrictions, I was telling the Wife today, "you know, if someone offered to take me to Folk's Folly or Ruth's Chris I'd fuckin' eat, to hell with my stomach."

"Lobster," Sonya said wisely.

Good point, Wifey. It's more expensive than steak, right? Besides, has anyone ever eaten at those places who wasn't on an expense account? If you take somebody to one of the big corporate steakhouses you don't give a damn how much the check will be. I figure if they offer I should take advantage of their generosity.

"Yes, waiter, I'll have the lobster tail, and the lobster tail, and the lovely potato, and the salad...yes, the one with the solid gold dressing...and keep these brandies coming, okay? Hell, just bring the bottle."

Oh yes, while at Libertyland Sonya decided that "fuck" was her favorite word ever, and proceeded to say it in front of assorted children, nuns and other of the virgin-eared persuasion. This, of course, rubbed off on me and I started calling everything a "fuckhole." It was all very colorful and festive and sounded not unlike the story located halfway down this page.

Anyway, Saturday...my friend Donna (pictured here, with the Wife, swilling beer at the Hi-Tone) and I went running, then, after a high-speed drive to Mojo's for takeout hummus, I rode with Donna to Ben's house - Ben being a friend of Donna's and a fellow pharmacist. Ben was having a wine tasting at his house, and I thought it might be nice to get out and see some new faces. The Wife was working on a record yesterday - she wanted to make it through the whole Saturday without getting out of her pajamas, brushing her teeth or leaving the house. She accomplished her goal. Congratulations, Sonya!

So...Ben's Wine Tasting. It was all good fun, I thought. And it started well, too. I was sitting on the newspaper machine outside, waiting for Donna, when a young gentleman came up to me and introduced himself as JJ.

JJ, it seems, works at This Is It!, a club on Beale. JJ complimented my clothes, my haircut and my overall attitude. JJ was very interested in what my drug of choice was - because he would happily supply it for me - and JJ informed me that he also worked at a warehouse on Mendenhall and could make me a good deal on widescreen TVs, stereos or laptop computers.

Finally, JJ made his pitch. He needed money to get some gas to put in his van. I gave him a dollar 'cause he was entertaining and articulate. And he actually offered a service, which I appreciate.

So Donna came and got me and we stopped at the liquor store to get another bottle of wine for the festivities. We were looking for a cheap bottle of pinot noir when the wine-boy came up and tried to impress us with his wine-knowledge.

"Do you know who makes that wine?" he asked.

"No," I admitted. "Who?"

"Chalone."

"Who?"

"Chalone."

"Oh...well," I said, looking to Donna, "let's buy it, then."

Mind you, I had (and have) no idea who Chalone is. And Donna had already decided to buy the wine 'cause it was relatively inexpensive. I wasn't going to let wine-boy make a fool of me.

The Wine Tasting itself was great fun. There was a good mix of counterculture types, international folks and pharmacists of all types. Much wine was sampled, much cheese was eaten. Towards the end of the tasting things became more relaxed and the comments less learned and more along the lines of, "give me a big glass." I think it was just an excuse to drink too much wine, and I admire that excuse. Ben has a lovely home and fun friends. When we left the karaoke was about to begin, apparently. I saw the song list and wish I'd stayed a bit longer.

Today the dog bit me and Sonya, making her a bitch-dog (the dog herself, not Sonya). We were rather harsh to the little hound so she's pouted all day. We took her to West Memphis, though, to see the grandparents and that perked her right up.

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