We might be winoes....

For reasons that are very obvious if you know either of us, my roommate and I don't generally keep much (if any) beer in the apartment. It can only lead to disaster, as while both of us try really hard to be responsible, we are also both prone to peer pressure (that is, if one of us has a beer, the other has to have one, too..can't let a buddy drink alone, right?) and are also not the types that can easily have "just one". I wish I was kidding. The phenomenon of "Just One Beer" became such a disaster waiting to happen while we were at school (the theory being that you can always just have one drink...it just never EVER worked out that way - more often than not we'd wind up closing the bar) that it became a running joke to ask one of us if they wanted to go out for "just one".

So things were moving along nicely, with relatively few unplanned trainwrecks through the fall....but then disaster struck. I won a raffle through a guy I work with for 15 bottles of wine (in a laundry basket, as you can see), meanwhile my roommate got a new job tending bar at a pretty relaxed joint, and so we suddenly had a virtually unlimited supply of wine. We clearly did not think this through. And the worst part? Turns out we both like wine. Like, a lot. Or maybe we just like drinking....that's a distinct possibility, too.

Things came to a head on Saturday night when as we're sitting there flipping between football and hockey (a manly use of time, if I've ever heard one) we discover we're sitting there, each with our own bottles of wine. I guess we're not even pretending anymore.

One caveat, though. While we had made a pact that we would never admit it, due to the currently limited variety we have on TV (we only have Basic cable...that's due to change this week, but it still applies as I type this), we have found ourselves watching more "Sex and the City" (7pm on City...I challenge you to find something on channels 2 to 28 that's better!) than two heterosexual roommates likely should, and have felt the need to share this with people once we've been drinking. ANYWAY! We have now made a rule that we are not allowed under any circumstances to drink wine while watching "Sex and the City". We almost broke the rule the very first day we made it, as we had forgotten than CBS tends to play an episode of "Sex and the City" after "The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson" (by FAR the funniest guy on latenight TV...I assure you....check him out for yourself!). I stunned myself with my remote control prowess, and we were able to avert disaster.

I'm quite sure I've lost whatever point I may have previously had, so I will stop typing.