Younger slackbrother j. and I, plus Venture Bros. Season One, plus a bottle of my cousin John's 2000 I Don't Know What Grenache Noir.
From the label:
I paid the cab driver and stumbled into the house, past the guys watching television on the couch. I made my way unevenly to the bar and filled a tumbler with ice, relishing the musical tinkle followed by popping, cracking as it was joined with whiskey. Taking a long pull, I turned to face their speculative looks. My brother asked me a question as I sat down. Still dazed, I looked at him blankly until he repeated himself. I answered, hearing the wonder in my own voice: "She kissed me." But no, better still: I kissed her.
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