On top of all the problems that I'm already dealing with in life, I now have to face the fact that I didn't know about sangria until today.

Sangria sounds like a flimsy old lady's drink, but I don't care. It's wonderful. It's perfect for dinner with colleagues. It's perfect for not getting drunk but still have enough to loosen you up a little bit. It's pretty. It's nice being given flowers even though it's dried and in a drink and I paid for it.

I'M NOT DRUNK, OK!?