Too Much Wine Night…or…Pick the Date for Lobster Night More Carefully
As much as I enjoy my cold beverages, this year my stomach was not liking them very much for some reason (No, Carrie, not pregnant). Try as I might to achieve that vacation buzz, it eluded me. I really didn’t care too much, I was on the Cape. The air was intoxicating enough…until Thursday…
If you recall, I wrote a post about how I was starting to get edgy now that my time was half up there. So I decided to find a wine I like to drink and relax a little and hopefully my stomach would not complain. I also decided that this night should be our annual Lobster Night. I figured some good food and wine would lift my spirits.
I grabbed a bottle of Big House White, something I keep on hand at home for those nights when you don’t want to crack open something that costs more than $10 and stuck it in the fridge for later.
Now, I am usually willing to take full blame for when I over-do it with the alcoholic beverages. I have free will and a working brain. BUT…the cottage is not equipped with normal wine glasses. They have these tiny, cordial looking size glasses. What does this mean? You fill them higher and drink them faster. B A D If there were normal size glasses there, I would have been perfectly fine. No, really, I would have…even after the bottle or so I consumed.
I proceeded to finish my meal, further put a dent in my bottle and then watch Ocean’s 13 with the fam. The fam never mentioned that I was getting a tad tipsy, they only told me the next day that I was laughing and pointing out obvious things in the movie. *hangs head in shame*
Now, I am not sure of the cost of a Lobster Dinner where you are but we were on the Cape, we were tourists and we were not equipped to make our own Lobster Dinner. So we paid $36 per person for a feast of clam chowder, a pound of clams, a 1&14lb lobster, cole slaw and corn on the cob. It was delicious for about 5 hours. You see where this is going, don’t you?
Yep, right in the porcelain god.
Friday, I wasted valuable Cape time EXTREMELY hung over and since there was no Mickey D’s in sight, I begged Peter to get me home fries from Grumpy’s. They were almost as good as the lobster.