261 / 366 {glass}

By some strange confluence of events, last night I found myself at a Michelin star dinner in honour of Hermes featuring several Grands Cru Clasés of Burgundy.

Not before I got stuck in traffic for almost two hours on the way home from a playdate, and had to slap on a dress, swipe on lipstick and explain the bedtime routine to the babysitter who had the honour of being the first non-family member to ever put my kid to bed ever ever ever and get out the door in 15 minutes. No biggie.

Thank goodness there was plenty of wine after that. There were, however, in direct contradiction of my over active imagination, no Hermes scarves as parting gifts. I was pissed, to say the least. 

(Free wine! Amazing food! Grand Cru Clasé! OMG PISSED at my misfortune I was. PISSED.)