Geeklawyer was somewhat pleased by Ruthie’s confession, in a private email that the rather ungracious Geeklawyer now reveals in sinful breach of confidence, that she had, unaccustomedly, consumed an entire bottle of wine and was somewhat the worse for its biochemical consequences.
Nothing is so sweet to the ears of small men than the failings of others.
And Geeklawyer is smaller, morally anyway, than most. For the beloved hated Ruthie is a tyrant on the subject of drink, frequently berating your godlike author for consuming too much too frequently. A sin he has confessed before the court of ‘hanging judge’ Ruthie oftentimes defiantly joyously and without seeking or expecting leniency. Geeklawyer always spat in her eye and like all tyrants faced with a foe with moral courage she gave way.
So, then, the fruit of confession is sweet and its consumption makes Ruthie sour; Geeklawyer will now occasionally blog interesting alcohol and Ruthie must remain a glowering subdued sullen presence on the sidelines.
Here’s a toast to Puritans and prohibitionists everywhere: may the aqeuous humour of your eyes boil.
Uh. One bottle of wine. In fact it was actually two thirds of a bottle, which is a lot for me. Once in all the time you’ve known me. Hardly alcohol abuse methinks. You’re just looking for excuses.