Drunk

I am currently more drunk than I have been in living memory, which, given the unreliable state of my memory these days , may not be as long as you think. I went to the murder mystery dinner, which was five courses*, each accompanied by its own wine, which is more wine than I have drunk in living memory, which, given the unreliable -- but we've been down that path already. The murder mystery plot was very silly, which is fine, since the murderer was whoever got the most votes. The food was superb, even by the standards of the Amsterdam, which are quite high: beautifully presented, exquisitely prepared, and luscious. Also at my table were a couple from Michigan and a couple from Alabama, both of whom voted against me as to who killed the victim , but my candidate won out overall, so I feel vindicated. Also very well fed. Also more drunk than I have been in living memory.

We are on our way through the Straits of Gibraltar. I will not see the Rock thereof because we will pass it around 2 am, and even if I were awake, I would not be able to see it. Plus which the idea of going to sleep is sounding better and better.

*Anti pasto platter with Australian Turkey Flat Rosé

Potato and leek soup scented with truffle with California Pine Ridge Chenin Blanc Viognier

Shrimp and lobster salad on a bed of greens with tarragon dressing with Washington Columbia Crest Grand Estate Chardonnay

Petite filet mignon with asparagus, balsamic drizzled cherry tomatoes, and slow fried new potatoes with Washington Columbia Crest Grand Estate Merlot

Chocolate, hazelnut, and coffee cakes with raspberry sauce with Chilean Errazuriz Sauvignon Blanc late harvest