Time flies...and it brought so much FOND memories even till today...
You guys can't deny that my teeny-weeny-tipsy mistake created this great memories of ours...
I can imagine 10 years down the road, you guys will still be mocking me about the expired wine that I coaxed all of you to finish it for me and that everyone of you so spontaneously and willingly did...
Down to the bits of the 'zar zar' as well...(except for yk who revealed just last Sat, that he couldn't quite take it and poured his remaining out of MY window when we aint looking)...
Ah....so two years later...we realised red wine DOES expire...and there aint suppose to have ANY 'zar zar' aka residual in the liquid...
Of all these reminiscings, what cracked me up was the mention that it actually tasted like prune juice...
Admist the hysterical laughters...it suddenly hit me---YYYYES! THAT was exactly the taste of that drink that very night!
OMG!!!
After two freaking years, my friends actually remembered the taste!
I must have traumatized them so much that, over the two years, with their many many Many MANY drinking occasions...the taste of my expired wine still has that special place on their palate!
I hereby sincerely apologize for the trauma I have put my friends through...But seriously...
Prune juice...
I cannot help but laugh even when typing this out...maybe it was after that round of 'prune juice' that we all went haywire...