16 February 2003 - 3:31 p.m.

I swear to God, buying wine can be so embarrassing. Because the thing with me is that the cheaper it is, the more I seem to like it.

Gus was here this weekend, which meant lots of Valentine's Day overeating. I don't really know why the two of us have turned a celebration of love into a celebration of food, but I'm not going to complain after eating the best steak of my life last night, and today I get to make soup out of the leftovers of the easy but wonderfully heady meal I made for my man on Friday.

We didn't order drinks with dinner last night because Gus was driving in quasi-bad weather, and, after our waitress offered us some kind of crazy vaccuum-packed beaker of sparkling Norwegian water (I do not hyperbolize, that's about what it was), we realized that liquid refreshment would probably double the bill.

Which would have been completely uneccessary, given that, when we went to Kroger to find something reasonably priced, I found that a Chardonnay I had really enjoyed at a friend's house recently was $4.99 a bottle. Score!

I think. It seems you can get juice more expensive than that. Or, you know, water from Norway. I was a bit taken aback that my tastes were so cheap. Oh, well.

Remember this? Well, I bought supplies to make it yesterday, which means the Val Lewton Reunion Party had better damn well happen.

Or else I'll just be forced to wear my dead Irena costume to class.

What I'm wearing: Pink long sleeved t-shirt, yellow fleece pants, slippers

What I'm reading: clickety-clack of the keyboard

What I'm doing after this: eating soup!