If I May, I'd Like To Clarify:

For Ray's birthday, we drank white grape juice in the West Point Graduation goblets we got with Abe.  If you're going to toast to health and happiness, it feels lame clinking your plastic cups.

I took a look at the pictures just now and thought, "where'd the chardonnay come from?"

Even tricked myself.

Since we're on the topic of chardonnay, though.  Maybe I can tell you about the only time I have drunken (drank?) alcohol. It also happened to be some chardonnay.  I was working my summer job at a restaurant in Moses Lake.  There were two ladies that came in every Thursday for their weekly lunch date together.  These ladies always had a glass or two of chardonnay with their lunch.  I was clearing their glasses after they'd gone and one of the glasses was half full.  It tipped over as I was carrying it on the tray and (picture this next part in slow-motion) a single drop of chardonnay flew up into the air and landed on my lip.  Without thinking, I licked it off.  I have NO clue what it tasted like because I was too busy laughing and DYING at the thought of just licking an old lady's left-over chardonnay off my lip.

My encounter with booze was brief... and memorable.