Put a glass of wine in front of me,or any alcoholic drink, and the vaporswill get me giddy. Alcohol is a foreign substance to my bloodstream. Only occasionally will I even have a beer. Something happens after one glass:I start giggling over the slightest things. You’d think that an Irish gal would tolerate alcohol better than I do.
Jen and I went out recently to Uno Chicago Grill for Happy Hour--which, in my case, is an understatement.
No sooner had I taken a few sips of my Bud, that I began giggling. Tears down my face hysterics. Jen began laughing too, since it’s contagious. Thank goodness, my outburst onlylasted a couple of minutes.
Once, Jen and I went to a members reception and art exhibition at the von Liebig Art Center. I’d already enjoyed half a glass of Cavit Grigio.
We stepped up to a piece on exhibit: a woodcarving of the male form. Needless to say, I began erupting, and madea comment, ”That’s quite a 'diplodocus'. " Jen was laughing uncontrollably. Unfortunately, the artist was standing next to us… Believe me, the statue was disproportional.
Tonight, I’m exhibiting a photograph, Aspen Glow, in a juried show, the 48th Founder’s Exhibition at the von Liebig.
There will be tables of food, wine and entertainment. I’ll definitely eat something before I have any wine. I sure hope I don’t run into Diplodocus II...