Four glasses, five wines

I was invited to a "highly non-traditional" seder last night, which is a special dinner eaten at the beginning of Passover.  The only tradition we really adhered to was the four glasses of wine, which we all did our best to fulfill.  By the time I finished my second glass we were out of white wine, so I had to start drinking red.  At the time of my fourth glass, I had to do my best with what was left and ended up drinking half a glass of red and half a glass of port (seperately).
We argued about definitions of words like odium, winsum, and strawberry friends, compared injuries and resulting physical therapy exercises (having never broken anything bigger than a toe, I was unable to contribute very much), and remenisced about the good old days of last year.
Lots of dishes were brought, and those of us who didn't bring anything did our best to contribute to the cooking effort.  The kitchen was a little to small for everything, so we had to cook some of it in someone else's place down the street.  There was matzo ball soup, a slab of grilled salmon, and a rack of lamb.  Afterward, we realized no one had brought desert and were forced to drunkenly improvise one made from strawberries and chocolate chips.  Things start getting blurry after that, and I vaguely remember waking up at various times during the night on a couch, an easy chair, and a bed.  I also suspect I may have broken the toilet, but since I'm going back tonight I'll find out for sure and try to help fix it if I can.
Today I got to work fifteen minutes late and mildly hung over, but everything worked out well.