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What happened next defied description.
Everything around me spun into a whirlwind of revelry. Time and space seemed to disappear and everyone, absolutely everyone, that was present at Acoetes Vineyard and Koi Pond Supply that night, was pulled into Bacchus’ procession. To be caught up in it was like being in a feverish dream where all of the rules of life, physics, and society washed away under a storm of glittering lights and raining wine. For wine there was, everywhere. Bottles and vats and glasses overflowed with wine. In the chaos that surrounded me I could not tell where it all came from, except that it seemed to quite literally rain down from the sky.
My memory of the rest of that evening is only in pieces, with some moments clearly remembered, some slightly remembered, and the
