… (pause) I’m getting dangerously low on wine.
Chelsea gets up, saunters downstairs, wine glass in hand
Shot cuts to wine bottle open, sitting on the counter.
C (VO) while pouring wine: If I take this wine bottle upstairs with me, I’m planning on drinking the whole thing…which is technically only four glasses. Does justifying the amount of alcohol you plan on consuming put you in the league of, “toeing the line of ACTUAL alcoholic?”
I’ll leave the bottle.
Shot cuts to Chelsea walking up the stairs.
C (VO): By leaving the bottle downstairs, I have approximately 150 steps to talk myself out of having a third glass…I’m only on my second, but I’ll definitely have 3. 150 steps? I suck at math, maybe it’s like 50 steps and I’m feeling all athletic and shit by projecting that I burn about 7 calories each trip I take back to the kitchen for more wine. It’s probably like 214 steps….which is probably….10 calories each way….and If I smile, or giggle 10 times on the way to pour myself more wine, then I’ve burnt 20 calories. Yay math.
