Why you should never drink red wine before bed

Last night I was in a chat with some writing buddies because we've been doing the 100 words a day challenge and EVERYONE has to participate, though I've been working on doing way more than 100 words a day, and then they get mad at me for being so competitive, but HEY, I'm on summer vacation and have no small children, just an addiction to blogs and movies. So anyway, the non-pregnant members started drinking. And we're not as young as we used to be, so after one glass, we start dropping like flies.

"Night, John Boy."

"Night, Mary Ellen."

Well, I had a nice glass of Paso Robles Merlot and by 11 PM, I was ready for bed. And this is why you shouldn't have red wine before bed:
First, you dream you're Jennifer Aniston, trying to get Brad Pitt back and making a fool of yourself (in quite the slapstick manner - it included alligators and xylophones - don't ask). Then you dream you're Jennifer Garner, or rather Sydney Bristow, and you've broken up with Vaughn so you're depressed and buying Chips Ahoy to eat for breakfast because nothing else sounds good, and you're hitting on Weiss, inviting him over for steak before a stakeout, wherein you find out Hugh Jackman has been betraying your operation, and both Weiss and Hugh are shirtless (now THERE'S a picture) and that Weiss visits The Fuselage website about Lost. Well, Weiss's reminder brings you back to real life, where you're supposed to be taping Lost, but you missed the first hour because the electricity had gone out and your OVEN VCR isn't working.

No more wine before bed. That was just weird.

7 comments:

Shesawriter said...

THAT was absolutely hilarious. I stumbled across your blog while websurfing and I'm glad I did. Too funny. I could tell you stories about weird dreams, but then, yours appears to be a family-friendly blog, so I'll spare you the sordid details. :-) Thanks for making me smile today.

Paula said...

Sad to say, I don't even have to drink wine to have dreams like that one. And you speak as if cookies for breakfast is a bad thing. What's THAT about?

Love the blog!

MaryF said...

LOL, Paula, I have cookies for breakfast way too often ;) That dream was just so vivid (but there are worse things than dreaming about being Jennifer Aniston or Jennifer Garner.

Welcome, Shesawriter! Hope you come back to visit!

Olga said...

Hi, Mary! Sorry to chime in so late, but I had no access to Internet and e-mail for some time. But better late than never I want to say: welcome to the world of blogging and a great post! And maybe I'll go dream about being Jennifer Garner... Nah, all that butt-kicking is too physically demanding and I love ice-cream too much to have Bristow's body. Modest me it is.

MaryF said...

Hi, Olga! I knew something was keeping you away! Good to see you!

Olga said...

Good to see you, too! It's great to be back!

Anonymous said...

I drunk some wine last night, ,first time in a long time,now after reading this,I did have a really weird dream,,thanks for posting this,must be something in the wine.

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