We started drinking wine at 11 this morning, so when lunch came we were already pretty... contentos, to put it that way. What better way to lunch than with four glasses of champagne each?
When we got to the third glass, I asked for P's opinion of the taste: "Oh, I don't know anymore. I'm just drinking here". By that point, I was so giggly that I had to keep drying tears with my napkin. People were giving me looks.
Oh, we also had some food. Shrimp salad and lobster cheese sandwich to be specific.
P found a nice little chair to rest his bubbly mind for a moment. Then we went on to drink more wine.