The champagne was non-returnable. It was a celebration. Not toasting is rude even by my standards, so, down went the glass of champagne which was immediately refilled. Seeing as the party was for a chef, there were dessert tarts offered. These could not be refused. The guy was a chef, not eating them was an insult so, down the hatch. 1-2-3-4 tarts. At this point I started feeling very odd. Not sick, just... weird. So I made a couple more champagne cork top chairs for a little kid and and went home with Muriel after guzzling the 2nd glass of champagne down. As if this whole day wasn't weird enough, the night is stranger by far. OH THE DREAMS I HAD! For two hours this morning I thought...