I'll drink to that, dang, you guys are making me thirsty. I'm still stuck on reds, favor Caymus and drown in Opus if I can afford it. Whites, I generally stick to Grgich, the drier the better. Pretty easy to please, but the champagne was never friendly to me, I don't care if it was made by nuns in hills of france, I'll wake up with a headache that Satan himself wished he could have afflicted me with. But, if you guys do round up a going away party, I'll chip in some vino and promise to stop making an ass out of myself by 10:00 sharp. When I get home tonight I may have to bust open a bottle and wake up a little late, it's Friday anyways, nothing gets done on Fridays. Should we really wait another year for this party though??
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