My natural grace got me into a little trouble last night. Not two minutes after I helped myself to a glass of wine, I managed to knock it over. Refilling would involve walking up to a table of [lovely, I'm sure] strangers, reach into their conversation area and grab a bottle that I had JUST GRABBED. So instead, I made Paul do it.
Thanks, Paul. I appreciate you taking that bullet for me.
And I'd also like to thank Tom and Wendy for owning a kitchen table that is impervious to red wine. And for having 3 kids, which also made me feel less guilty about being the knob that spills red wine at a party. And most of all, for hosting a wonderful day in the country.