Stress Test

I took my last pill today at noon. According to the wisdom of the internet and my pharmacist, I was supposed to wait three days before drinking. Six hours is like three days, right?

Come on, who am I to turn down half a bottle of $75 wine when I'm being treated?

And behold: my stomach held. No puking (flagyl is not a makes-you-drunk-really-quickly drug but rather a makes-you-vomit-repeatedly-when-you-consume-alcohol drug), which was a relief both to me and to the rest of the patrons of the restaurant.

Also on the tonight's menu: giant filet mignon, baked potato, corn on the cob. 'Twas awesome. I am content.