In Vino Veritas

Even good wine will get you drunk. I was reminded of this fact last night. A friend of mine was being honored for his contributions to the Renaissance community last night. This gentleman has a wonderful wine collection, and pulled out all the stops.

So did I. The wine flowed easily, and I was swept away with it. I enjoy the Ren scene sometimes. While every other guy was being William Wallace, or Rob Roy, I was Pepe' Le Pew, making all the ladies giggle and feel warm and wanted. Which is one of a man's job in life. I ate and drank and danced and Made Merry. And Jezebella, and Bebhain, and even Siona. But that's another story for another time.

It was when I was picking up this one lady when it happened. I let the other guys toss a caber, my sport is the Wench Press. I had her over my shoulder, and tried to lift, but,... I couldn't. I've never not been able to toss someone around. I know the physics involved and have done it enough times both friendly and in anger. So I tried again. No luck. When this lovely young Amazon told me how much she weighed, I understood, and then proceeded to grab my glasses, so we could go.

They were nowhere to be found. My wife insisted we go home, not like they would have turned up anyway. I have a spare pair, and they are nowhere to be found.

So, now I'm blind, unemployed, and have no real options to get any new ones any time soon.

I'm so over Faire.