The Cork

2 things of not much consequence have happened to me in the last 24 hours.  First off, last night I was at a friend's soiree.  I asked the young man tending bar for a scotch on the rocks.  Such a festive drink. I talked to Nance and didn't notice that the young man tending bar had filled the glass with about 4.5 inches of scotch.  "Whoa, honey, that's a lot of scotch," I told him, trying not to sound discouraging.
"Just carry it around and drink it like a sprite," the young man tending bar said to me, with an unexpected tone of nonchalance.  Geezlouise.  It looked like I was drinking a glass of iced tea.  I didn't drink it all.  No one could have. No one on this entire planet.

Then here's the other thing that happened.  I was making some ramen and didn't notice that a wine cork had rolled onto the burner until it had caught on fire.  That burning cork has left a horrid smell in our entire house.  Sorry, housemates.  Sorry that I was such a dork with the cork.

Watching IU now.  We're winning, but just barely.