Like a fine wine…
No, this time I’m not blogging about a fine whine, although that’s one of the art forms for which doubleawk is known. This time, I mean wine, as in the stuff I love to quaff!
Despite being loath to draw attention to the day of her birth (cough cough, liar, cough cough), doubleawk absolutely had to post this gleeful birthday gem.
I got free wine for my birthday.
And not from someone who loves me, but from my favorite wine store, Donna da Vine. Ok, so maybe the owners do love me for all the money I spend in there, but still. Free wine (up to a $20 value) for my birthday? Best thing ever.
Second best thing ever? I know my little self is growing up, ’cause I didn’t go home, uncork it, and spend the afternoon in the throes of a Syrah passion. I went to class. Sober. Like the good girl I should have been in college.
When I was seven, the “My Me Book” (no wonder I became a self-absorbed memoirist) our teacher had us fill in posed the question, “How old are you when you become an adult?” I said twenty-two, because “I’d be out of college and no one could tell me what to do.” Looks like doubleawk was only about ten years late. Or like she’s getting better (behaved) with age. Dreary news indeed!