So a few weeks ago my sister came to visit, and I volunteered to make us dinner one night. We went grocery shopping, bought our supplies and an entire box of wine. Successful girl's night in the making, right? So I (well, let's be honest, it was probably more so her) cooked dinner, and then invited Cazey over. And then we drank.

Most people, when they drink, get drunk and dance, or cry, or bitch about relationships, or bitch about being single, or any combination of the above. But not Cazey and my sister. Nay, they debate politics, recite history, predict future economies, and engage in other deep philosophical discussions.