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.