Ass-te Spumante

I'm glad I went out last night, despite the fact that I am quite sure I acted a bit like an ass, because I was drinking Asti all night, and it tends to have that effect on me. I know that at one point in the evening I tried to see if anyone else could speak in double talk (it's like pig latin- if you've seen "Slums of Beverly Hills, that's the "secret language" they're speaking.), and that at another I erupted into a rendition of "My Melancholy Baby." Good times all around.