Definition of a Desperate Drunk: ME.
Too lazy to wash my newly colored hair (my hairdresser gave me strict instructions to not wash it for 48 hrs: i'm on hour 55) and go to the corner liquor store to get vino (i sorta have a crush on the owner, hence why i won't go there with icky hair) i opened the last bottle of wine in my house which is *gasp* 2 BUCK CHUCK!
How would I obtain 2 BC, you might ask? By accident. When I was home in Pacifica, tomahto and I wanted pizza and although the place's customer service SUCKS, the pizza is alright (for CA) with the + being they deliver wine too. Unknowingly, I called the WRONG pizza place & ordered the house red, just like always. Even after opening the pizza box, we didn't realize I called the wrong place, but once I pulled the bottle out of the bag, I was like WTF?! I paid $13 for $1.99 wine! I was livid, and called the place bitching them out, asking them how stupid did they think I was? I even tried to return it the next day: walking in demanding my money back and walking out quite embarrassed when they told me that the receipt wasn't from their pizza parlor.
Again too lazy to drive all over hell finding this obscurely located restaurant, the wine got moved with most of my other belongings to NY.
I've tried this wine on two other occasions and couldn't even drink it.
This time, I can. Has it improved?? Or have I become a desperate drunk?
Or perhaps my mind is tricking me into thinking I'm actually drinking a $13 bottle of wine 
Too lazy to wash my newly colored hair (my hairdresser gave me strict instructions to not wash it for 48 hrs: i'm on hour 55) and go to the corner liquor store to get vino (i sorta have a crush on the owner, hence why i won't go there with icky hair) i opened the last bottle of wine in my house which is *gasp* 2 BUCK CHUCK!
How would I obtain 2 BC, you might ask? By accident. When I was home in Pacifica, tomahto and I wanted pizza and although the place's customer service SUCKS, the pizza is alright (for CA) with the + being they deliver wine too. Unknowingly, I called the WRONG pizza place & ordered the house red, just like always. Even after opening the pizza box, we didn't realize I called the wrong place, but once I pulled the bottle out of the bag, I was like WTF?! I paid $13 for $1.99 wine! I was livid, and called the place bitching them out, asking them how stupid did they think I was? I even tried to return it the next day: walking in demanding my money back and walking out quite embarrassed when they told me that the receipt wasn't from their pizza parlor.
Again too lazy to drive all over hell finding this obscurely located restaurant, the wine got moved with most of my other belongings to NY.
I've tried this wine on two other occasions and couldn't even drink it.
This time, I can. Has it improved?? Or have I become a desperate drunk?
Or perhaps my mind is tricking me into thinking I'm actually drinking a $13 bottle of wine VIEW 14 of 14 COMMENTS
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