More Moscato, because, wine.
I bought the bottle and had two glasses here.
The bartender was nice enough to re-cork the bottle and let me take it home. And because a trip to New York City wouldn’t be complete without a fall… let me just say the the barstool was a couple inches taller than my ass. So after slipping off the stool (gracefully. no, really), I went to leave the bar and didn’t realize the doorway was a step down. So I fell OUT of the bar.
My ankle wasn’t super happy with me, so on the way home I stopped and leaned against a building on the corner of 8th Ave and 21st Street to rest.
Alone.
Holding a bottle of wine.
Ignored by both police and passers by.
But don’t feel sorry for me. I still have the wine.
I was so thinking that the bottle of wine was going to be lost in this. So happy we both had our priorities straight lol.
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Haha!!!
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