why you shouldn't get drunk on a thursday.

So last night, my Museum had its opening reception for our new exhibition. All was good. I manned the sign in table and handed name tags to trustees and the like. I shmoozed a little, I chatted a little, I wandered into the gallery at some point, I think. Then I started drinking. We were serving the rest of the wine that had been donated for our last opening and has since been sitting under our sink at the office. Apparently under our sink is nothing like a wine cellar cuz this wine was bad. It tasted like it had been sitting in my fridge, open, for the last 4 days. Well I guess that when wine doesn't taste so good, you shouldn't drink an entire bottle of it. It is nice to figure these things out. I wish I had figured it out last night before I started drinking. I am hurting today. I am sitting at my desk, half falling asleep, trying to write this memo that I have been working on for 3 hours. I just need to finish this memo and maybe I can go home. I can barely form sentences. This isn't lookin' too promising.