Drink some wine

You ponder things, and swing back to the fridge. Opening the door, you pull the wine bottle out. It's fancy, for sure, but you can't tell if it's been opened or not, even now -- since it's custom made, there isn't a special wax seal or anything on top -- they must have skimped out on it. It's just a cork. And looking inside, it looks mostly full. So maybe? Maybe not? Who knows.

You pull the cork off and sniff at the bottle. It smells like wine. You're not enough of an aficionado to know more. You've never smelled 'off' wine before... that you know of. You pour some into a regular drinking glass. --Having a wine glass is a bit too much to ask someone like you. You sip at it. It tastes like wine. You can't describe a single unique part of the flavor versus any other wine you've ever had. It must be good, then?

Guessing one glass is enough, you cork it and put it back in the fridge. And go back to the living room, to sit on the couch and watch TV. Hopefully you find something. Half an hour later, you're watching a drag queen reality TV show. You don't know much about them, but they all seem to be so funny! And you're laughing more often than you have in a while. It feels cathartic. Your face feels warm. In a pleasant way. The couch -- and Pop-Tart, curled up on your lap -- are comfy. Everything is nice. After two or three episodes, however, you don't think you can appreciate even more all at once, so you call it quits there.