So. This is 100% the bottle of 2018 Cabernet Sauvignon Trevenezie that maman and I split while da and I were war gamesing the current political moment. (Imagine if you will getting Marcus Aurelius and Machiavelli together to discuss the current political moment and that's how it is listening to my da and me playing out future variables and paths. I definitely was sitting on the floor hugging the doggos with my wine glass in my hand and said to him, "No. I disagree. that's no longer a likely path. Even if he has his own neo-Nazi paramilitary ready to stand by and even with their massive stockpiled munitions, they're not stronger than the American military currently is. And he lost the military, leadership as well as most rank and file, because he treated them like shit. They even said directly a few months back that they won't follow him as commander in chief if he tries to declare this an unfair election partisan thing because it's not the place of the military to pick a president -- they'll stand behind rule of law and whatever Congress decides is legitimate. He fucked up alienating the military and insulting them. The one thing any would be dictator can never do is alienate a powerful military. That's how you get Caligulaed." Because wine drunk Dani thinks Caligula is a verb, lol.)
As I've said before, red wine makes me extra cuddly and have an intense agapic all-forgiving love of humankind. That's one reason I rarely drink wine when I go out, because it can get me in trouble -- that and I'm a fucking snob about wine and while I love GOOD wine and will drink mediocre wine with a grimace, I refuse to drink not good wine and will either dump it down the drain or hand it off for someone else to finish for me. And most wine in America that isn't expensive is undrinkable. I'm a major snob about wine -- but also it does make me SUPER cuddly and full of agapic love. Basically if you ever need to make amends, you should give me about half a bottle or more of good red wine, apologize for whatever you did while promising to fix it and never do it again. And I'll probably just give you a big loving bear hug say, "It's alright love, it'll be alright now I promise." I mean, I'll always respond well to that sort of genuine place of seeking forgiveness. but even if you're not ready to fix the past, wine drunk Dani is like Juliet's dad who's just like, "Yeah we have a blood feud, but don't fucking ruin my vibe at this party and we good!" But also...I mean, it genuinely doesn't matter what you fucked up -- you feel bad about it and you're going to fix the mess it made and learn from it AND you ask me for forgiveness while I'm red wine drunk? The only answer you'll get from me under those circumstances is,"Aww hun, we good -- I'm so sorry you've been hurting! Come here now and snuggle up with me, it'll come right. We'll make sure of that, yeah?"
Anyway. So maman and I had drunk about 2/3 the bottle of wine before my parents left and she left me to finish the other third of it while I was watching Dave over on a Patreon live (that I showed up half an hour late for because talking to my parents but it'll be over on a private youtube with the link in their patreon for any/every time I wish to rewatch it so it's okay.) but then after it ended, I just... ever since, I've just wanted so much to wrap my arms around Eric and hold onto him promise him it'll come out right somehow, in time, and everything will be okay -- and to just hold him til he believes it.
Anyway. I spent the morning to myself with my dog, the afternoon tutoring physics to the 15 year old so she could could go from a 42% to a 96% on her online "take as many times as you need to" weekly test, the golden hours outside with my pupper getting the flower bed ready for winter, and then spending after sunset finishing up the alphabetizing and hanging out with my parents since they're heading out to their cabin in Montana the day after my birthday.