Actually, it was Phil Collins who was singing, and the music was blasting from my roommate's room into mine, waking me up at 9 a.m. It's not that I have anything against Phil Collins' music - in fact, there are plenty of appropriate times to play his music, like if you were a detective and were interrogating a murder suspect. Under the circumstances, I had no choice but to claim severe emotional distress, go back to bed and sleep through my first class of the quarter. I did, however, manage to make it to my second class of the day, Introduction to Winemaking, where the professor told us that at the end of the quarter, we would all be involved in a wine-tasting, but that we were not allowed to swallow and would have to spit the wine back out.
White wine goes with fish.
You're not going to impress your girlfriend's parents by drinking directly out of the wine bottle and then offering to fill up their glasses. Drinking two bottles of wine will usually have the same effect on me as eating a badly undercooked piece of pork. After the winemaking class, I scooted on over to the other side of campus, in subfreezing weather, for my astronomy class. To be perfectly honest, I didn't scoot. It was more of a continuous shiver, so that if anyone was watching me walk across campus for an extended period of time, they might have mistaken me for a very sick epileptic.