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Very slight hangover resulting from last night's spontaneous trip to Total Wine for beer and sake. Next time, drink even more water. Abita Turbodog? Tasty, I think I'll be getting more of that. Coppola's Sofia blanc de blancs? Tastes like ass. And I say this as someone who generally has no problem drinking wine from a box or on occasion from a jug bigger than my head. I got suckered in by the hysterical packaging: it comes in a pink can with a straw. Yeah, I didn't expect wine in a can with a straw to be good, but I didn't expect it to be quite that bad. The general consensus after a single sip was "pour it out". Bleh.

We passed a small carnival on the way to get our drink on, and I was suddenly overcome by a desire to ride the ferris wheel and grab some food on a stick. Sadly, it was pouring buckets and kind of cold, so no joy there. And no going back today, because it's pouring even bigger buckets and still cold. Plus the "food on stick" compulsion has passed; instead, I have salteñas waiting for me after I get back from grocery shopping. There's always the Celebrate Fairfax Festival coming up soon to allow for scary food on sticks and ferris wheels and fireworks.

Today: rehydrating, some Aleve, grocery shopping, returning rented DVD, cleaning the kitchen, and dinner with brian1789, who's in town this week for a meeting. Sadly, no time in there for a nap; I think perhaps I'll try for an early night instead. Right then, time to get moving.