We do not drink...wine. Unless the wine is extremely cheap and mixed with orange juice. Amelia and Sarah were briefly together in the same state and used that time to watch television, suffer mightily from the common cold, and slowly chug one (1) drink each. This week detours into Netflix's Castlevania, starring Richard Armitage at his sloppiest, Dracula and Lisa's accidental lovechild, villains of wildly different scheming capacities, and ISAAC who Amelia has decided is the most important character in the history of characterization. (Sarah's more partial to Hector, but that's because she likes her men like she likes her coffee: pathetically weak.) Ft. a special apology for not knowing dick about shit, which is the usual case for us, but Sarah felt particularly bad about it this time.
