I have to admit that the wine party tonight wasn't as bad as I was expecting. It was miraculous how well Rachel and Brandon behaved. I was *SO* bitter leading up to the party that I was in a really sour mood when I arrived. It took a little while for me to open up, and after an hour or so I started to feel bad for being such a dick. I was sitting across the table from Rachel and kept looking at her and thinking to myself: "Why can't you just let her know that you have a problem with her? Why are you plotting things behind her back? You're such a fucking pussy. You need to either be straight up honest with her or drop your baggage."
There were only a few instances which her and Brandon had their little tiffs, so I was happy. I actually found myself contemplating on whether or not I should have the Col Solare vertical down there anyway and perhaps include both of them (even though Brandon doesn't drink wine, Kelly and Johan had set him up with three different Alaskan Ambers for him to drink while the rest of us enjoyed our pinot noirs--which I thought was a GREAT idea).
I'll let you know what I decide; I'm still on the fence.
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