I have an announcement to make.
I, yes, I, Taylor Maliblahblah, drank my first glass of wine on Thanksgiving.
I KNOW! Look at me with my big-girl-pants on!
I said to myself,
“Teller. You are 31 years old. Let’s do this.”
I was also encouraged by my younger, obviously hipper, sister-in-law, Amy to partake in the wine. She is such a bad influence on me.
I think you will all share a chuckle with me when I inform you that the wine was, in fact, huckleberry wine. Mmmm-hmmm. Seems fitting, does it not?
For the Day of Thanks, we all met at my parental units’ house. It was a mash of David’s family and my family all rolled into one. 17 people in all.
So, we played Bunco. Naturally.
100 (meaningless) points if you know of The Bunco.
When someone got a bunco, they had to wear Daisy Mae’s turquoise headband. I had two Buncos, yet no one snapped a photo of me.
Luckily for my dad, I was able to snap a photo of him.
You know what he is thinking right now? He is thinking:
“I am sure lucky that I have a daughter who takes ridiculous photos of me and posts them on her dumb blog.”
Oh, yes. Yes, he is.
My mother might feel the same way.
But I cannot be certain.
It was a fun time had by all.
Here is Amy (you know, the “bad influence Amy.” mmm-hmmm) and Little Dude at the end of the fun-filled night.
The next day, mother and I did a little shopping. Yes. I am one of those people. Although I am not a crazy. We left her house at 7:45am on Black Friday. Which is basically the most slovenly thing you can do on a Black Friday.
Throughout the day, my mother would make comments such as these:
Mom: “Isn’t Amy cute?”
Me: “Yes, Mom.”
Then, about an hour later.
Mom: “Boy, Amy had a cute shirt on last night, didn’t she?”
Me: “Yes, she did, Mom.”
Another hour later.
Mom: “That Amy sure has cute hair, don’t you think?”
Me: “Yes, Mom. It is very pretty.”
Mom: “Amy had a cute necklace on last night.”
Me: “Yes, it was very nice.”
I would like the records to show that Mother did not mention my hair. Nor my shirt.
That’s all. Just thought I should mention it. Not bitter. Just making conversation.
And, yes. I, too, cannot deny that Amy is cute as can be.
Alright.
Happy Monday.
I have to confess: I don’t like wine. I had a margarita for the first time when I was about 22 though. That was the first of several. 🙂
“parental units”=one of my favorite phrases
I know of the Bunco!
I think your mom is cute, Amy is cute, and you are cute too. So there.
What brand of huckleberry wine?
Tried wine once, didnt like it, that was enough lol.
Confession: the only wine I like at all is huckleberry wine. So you may send some if you like. Actually! Awesome idea! You have so much land, you should have your own vineyard! Now alcohol is totally something people would buy! Especially people who are forced to live in Ruralville! Ha! Kidding!
I heart Bunco. It takes no thought or effort and sometimes I win because I win and sometimes I win because I lose the most games. Who doesn’t love that?!!
Hey! Your mom is still skinny. I never manage to keep off the weight I lose. Good for her.
Also, though you include no pictures of yourself, I am CERTAIN your hair, shirt and necklace were all cute.
I’m so impressed that you had your first glass of wine at 31. And Huckleberry wine, to boot.
“Not bitter. Just conversation.” Ha! I love that. May I use it sometime on my own mother, perchance?
I think your dad rocked the blue headband. And I agree with everyone above, surely you were cute as a button too.
I did not know such a wine existed, but since it does, it is very fitting for your first glass. Will you be drinking again?
Love, the I’m not bitter comment!
Once you have the kids you fall to below the totem pole status. I am greeted even after the dogs if I am remembered at all.
I was VERY impressed you drank the whole glass!! Go Taylor! And for the record you are always cute. Always. 🙂
i know the bunco.
first drink ever?
then i’m guessing you didn’t go streaking in college.
good girl.
I am 35 and had never had any desire to have a drink of any kind. You are not alone with that bad influencer!