Whirlpools of Destruction...

When having a chat with the Corinthian and Lilybee the other day after the purchase of a bulk load of alcohol (why do the three of us always seem to consume wine by the half case when we get together...?) regarding the last time the three of us (well Corinthian remembers being very sober and wishing the total opposite) consumed bulk quantities of our favourite variety of grape juice. Apparently I spent half an hour hugging a pane of glass and telling everyone how much I liked it - going on to explain that after paying $160 Aus to replace the darn thing I have decided against playing football indoors.

But when discussing the evening, Corinthian and Lilybee seemed to be in agreement that my embarrasing performance was something of a once off as far as the three of us getting into embarassing situations is concerned. They also seemed to be in agreement that when I was around, the volume of wine consumed by the individual seemed to at least double and the 'cringe factor' the next day was quite remarkably high on the RunningNakedThroughOxfordStreetLondonInWinter Scale.

Before I get to the main quote (from Corinthian) of this posting, I wish to table a motion that the fore-mentioned scale be renamed LE Scale (they drink a lot of wine, unless, dear Lilybee you catch my double meaning here...) so on LE scale, the graduation would be about a 3 out of 10 and the park either a 2 or a 4 (depending on who's point of view you seek). Only one person has scored a true 10 on LE scale so far - but doing so twice has more than made up for it...

OK. So Lilybee started blaming me (in the oh so friendly manner she is apt to do) for a number of incidents. Corinthian (in his somewhat bizarre manner) placed the situation into a finite sentence that gained a round of applause in the car:

"Your very existence creates whirlpools of destruction!"

Being drunk is not so bad though, unless you happen to be a glass of water.