Luscious Lushes

I can never remember the name of a good wine, which makes it hard to pick out a tasty one for the next gathering. This will serve as a reminder. It will also serve as a reminder that once you get to the third bottle, it doesn't matter what the rest tastes like.

Because I was tossing pizzas and handling a hot pizza stone all night, I steered somewhat clear of the vino after the first glass. Ha, I can easily blackmail my neighbor ladies with some of the stuff that came out because I can guarantee they did not remember it the next morning.