It was actually turkey, but deerish nonetheless. Lisa hosted Tim, Phil, Whit and I at her humble abode for a Pot Pie Potluck. It was part
Dr. Phil (me lamenting about my woes-I even got verklempt at one point but we'll blame the 3 glasses of wine), part giggle fest and part
Jackass (when someone drinks too much Jameson and passes out on the couch in the middle of dinner, it is the rest of the guests DUTY to fuck with him).
lisa, whit and moi.
wine and philly cheese.
man down.
inapprope.
wakey wakey...
sadly resolution #1 was broken after the temptation of sancerre and a gorgeous syrah proved too tempting, but if I can get through the rest of the month sans the hooch then I'll still have accomplished something quite miraculous.
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