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A few weekends ago, I spent a fine evening at Weathervane Restaurant at Southern Season with some friends. I highly recommend this restaurant to anybody in the area who wants to get some good cookin'; the beef tenderloin was amazing (although, sadly, I got the not-as-good tuna) and the service was spectacular.

In any case, we had some wine that Han and I had picked up from the Southern Season's wine section (the previously mentioned 2002 Montsant.

Now, I'm a lightweight when it comes to alcohol; my face gets the complete Asian blush when even a mL of alcohols gets into my body. Apparently my one glass of wine was enough to retard my senses, because the following EMBARASSING conversation ensued: (The dinner party consisted of myself, Han, Jennifer, and Eve)

JENNIFER: *sarcastically* Yeah, this wine IS great! Why don't you drive straight off of work tomorrow and get some?

Me: Yeah, I get off...

At this point, I realized that I had commited a faux paus of monstrous proportions. I had either meant to say, "When I get off of work, I'll get some wine" or "Yeah, I'll get off of work..." but for some reason, I had picked neither option and instead said a sentence fragment that was very embarassing.

What made things worse is that I was completely self-aware of what was happening; I froze after I said that phrase while my brain raced to "catch" myself. Unfortunately, the seconds I took to realize what I had said only made the situation worse as everybody just assumed that all I said was "I get off."

This is only one of the various social Freudian slips over the past few weeks. I wish I could remember more because, HEY, who doesn't like reading about a stranger making a total ass of himself through the mighty Intarweb????