drinking wine

breezy and i are dining at anthony's tonight, thank you winter and jason.  This has me thinking though.  Lately I have been taking discomfort in the feeling I get when I over indulge in beer and food.  It's not the drunkenness that i abhor, it's the bloated macy's day parade balloon feeling that follows.  It doesn't feel good, too hedonistic.  As a result I am contemplating cutting dairy and switching to wine as my vice of choice.  Yes, i know what you all are thinking.  "Hey Andy, why not take up cheap liquor and gambling?  Passing out in the sun, sleeping on park benches and waking up under a lonley oak tree that shed all it's leaves unseasonably soon?"  Because i don't have time thats why,  I am a responsible father and business man after all.  I don't have the time, have you seen my desk?  There is something about wine that seems to make it more dignified that beer.  You can drink as much as you want and yet it's only considered drunkenness when you lose control of your smart car and careen into a fountain.  Wine is like partying in disguise.  Oh, "I'm a wine connoisseur" is just a cool way of saying "let's get tore up from the floor up!"  Yessir, tonight I shall be drinking wine.  Only problem is i prefer reds, and that dictates red meat.  Which is filling as well.  Also, red meat is usually disappointing at a seafood place.  What a conundrum. Also dairy is on the chopping block.  Slumped over with juice people.