2001-03-02 - Night
I was going to write something about tonight's wine tasting, but then I turned on Iron Chef and saw a bunch of live eels thrashing around frantically in a bucket full of dry ice, and yet another one--also alive--being nailed to a cutting board and split open lengthwise while still struggling. My brain hasn't stopped spasming since and I think it's really important that I go to bed now.
Wine reviews will have to wait till tomorrow.
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