Don't cry over spilled milk. Spilled wine, on the other hand...

What you have right there is the quite-literally shattered dreams of a child. I am that child, and that bottle represents an afternoon of my life. Mommy, Daddy, I have failed you. I really, really felt bad about not getting the vino nobile from Montepulciano when I was there, as did just about everyone else who went on the Tuscany trip. Then I went to Assisi. At a grocery store, I saw Montepulciano wine! I was thrilled. I realized that a wine store would be even more likely to carry the different years, and I wanted, really bad, a '99 reserva. Well, as they said at the tour, there weren't many of those left, but the 2001 was just as good a year (and I thought it was just as good as the '99), and after a lot of looking, I found a 2001 reserva! I get to have a big secret, and surprise my parents with a beautiful gift! Party!

God clearly hates me. At some point last night, I am lying on my bed, and I smell something truly delicious. Only problem is, it's the wine (my roommate said it was the best smelling room in history. He is not a wine drinker; neither am I. He was right). Somehow, the wine fell, and only the top broke. It fell into the base of the bottle. We have no idea how this happened. Anyways, God hates me, like I said. I am never dropping that kind of cash on alcohol ever again (that bottle cost more than the pub crawl, let's just say that). EVAR. (Luckily, God does not hate me too much, because it could have broken in my bag with my clothes, or it could have gotten on anything other than the floor). Ugh. I am a failure. I am sorry Mommy and Daddy. I have failed you.

More on the trip later (tomorrow I shall post. It's getting late here.).