THE BAD ITALIAN DINNER

"8:21pm--Now I'm sitting at a table of eight at this overpriced pseudo-Italian restaurant called 'Palazzo del Marinaio...'

"We waited forever for Elaine Matthews, and now we're waiting forever for our overpriced food to arrive. The menu claims to be authentic Italian but everything's misspelled. Nobody seems to have a sense of humor, not even the waiter... Where in the world is our food?...

"I mean -- I'm sitting here w/7 other people at a swanky restaurant, writing conspicuously in my journal. How pathetic is this? I'm done with my glass of wine. < < Few minutes break > > Bread soaked in garlic butter came + was devoured. Not Italian by my views. But it was ok. Wine has warmed my cheeks...

"Should I stop? This is something to do. I'll pour myself more wine. It will cheer me up...

"I'm not more cheered... Gonna stop now. Waiter seems harried. I thanked him for the water he poured, and he said nothing.

"9:20pm--I'm dead drunk. Drunk as a skunk. I have had 3 glasses of wine. We are -- amazingly -- still waiting for our food. Well, some of the food has arrived. Okay, now it's coming. Looks like everybody ordered gnocchi. Goodbye. I'm drunk."

49 Waipara Springs Pinot Noir 2003	50 skunk as a drunk
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