The wine says…..

whooooooooooooooooooo

LATE dinner, Houstons (pronounced in the Superman 2, Lord Zod, Who-stons, method), where they make tuna that seasons, sears itself, then melts in my mouth without any noticed effort of the knife and fork on my part. Oh god mmmmmmm… orgasmic tuna. And wine….

and after wine… more wine… bad wine, Players Billiards, where we listen to random U2/Boss songs and play badly in the smoking section, despite them having no cigars for sale tonight.

And now… whewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww… woooooooooooooooooooooooo… I can’t quite spell the sound I want… it’s mix of whee and a ghostly ooooh… in a “help-me-i’m-dizzy-cuz-i-stood-too-fast-but-this-is-fun” sort of way… wuh-oooh

Oh hell, I’m going to lie down before I fall down.