Glass half full

Once upon a time I had a roommate come home and say "hey, my work gave me a few free bottles of wine...you want some?" I was never much into drinking nor do I have any kind of addictive personality (thank God), yet for some reason my glass found itself full and no matter how much I drank that evening it never emptied. By the end of the evening I had convinced myself there was a magic wine fairy that lived inside my glass who would refill it when I wasn't looking. That wine fairy turned out to be my odd roommate Graff (the same one who brought the bottles home), he had an affinity for polish girls, the Navy and owing me money. Ever since this fateful evening I find myself obsessively drawn to the wine section at the local grocery store, especially the "El Cheapo" selection that seems to have a neon sign with my name on it. I am now convinced wine is a good thing but don't take my word for it, there are many studies saying; a glass a day will make you live longer (yeah sure Emily...Whatever helps you sleep at night). Although I haven't drank enough wine in my lifetime to live until I'm a hundred and fifty, I have drank enough to know it's an amazing way to get my homework done, write a blog and successfully turn my whole mouth blackish/purple (I hear it's genetics). So in the light of this evening I celebrate to getting my homework done with my glass that is half full...or in my case a happy walk to the refrigerator to top it off! Here's to endless glasses of mutilated grapes, cheers!