What isn't worth it? Playing russian roulette with wine, that's what. The 'bullet or not' is the wine quality - and the catch is that I haven't yet worked out where - for me - the line is between being able to enjoy a glass (or two, or at the very most three) with no consequences, or feeling like total crap the next day.

You might guess from the tone of this post that I have felt like crap most of the day.

Perhaps it was the new style wine packaging - the 'brique' - which I decided was worth trying. (I'd heard about it on the radio - environmentally the future of wine packaging - but I can find stuff all about it on the net)... Perhaps it was just the fact that it was under $10. Perhaps it was the glass of Shiraz Rosé I had after maybe two glasses of the dry white...

All I know is that I woke a couple of times in the night with a headache, and woke up still with the damn headache, which then invited along a touch of nauseousness to the pseudo- migraine party it had with me for most of the rest of the day.

Which is crap. On top of feeling like crap, you feel worse because you realise it is self-inflicted. And because it's wasted a day. And because the husband can't hide being pissed off that the day is wasted, and you are in no state to go for a bike ride, or contribute to making dinner... And because neither he or the kids (naturally) have experienced post-wine headaches like this, they don't comprehend the difference between what you can do and what you can't. (ie. holding head still-ish = bearable; moving around = not bearable. And going back to sleep = not useful when you've had 9-10 hours sleep AND woken up with the frigging headache in the first place.)

You'd think I'd give it up. Wouldn't you. And I probably will this time.

Until I forget.

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