i'm not exactly sure why i drove an hour to sit in a room with significantly older people snacking on, well, i'm not really sure what, hearing a guy talk about the subtleties of a beverage i don't really enjoy for about an hour, but it was free.
i think.
i mean i didn't have to pay anything, and thanks to a pre-scheduled calendar alarm that sounded suspiciously like a cellphone ring, something i could skip out on right around the start of the second flight of aged grape juice. Ah fake cell phone calls, how i love you.
Ah well, at least i got my festive plasti-tree out of the deal.
