Whoops… I clearly forgot the ‘h’. Whine. I totally meant whine. I’m just shy of being 21 (122 days shy, to be exact; but who’s counting?), and because I’m a type A, rule-follower, I 100% meant whine. (No really, I did.) I love a good cry and a few complaints here and there (don’t we all), and when the circumstances are just right, I throw a pretty good tantrum. Sometimes even 2-year-old status. I’m not sure if that should be embarrassing and shameful or impressive. I’ll assume the latter to keep the remnants of my sanity that I have remaining after surviving the first week of second semester…
Although I love to whine (preferably about school), my family likes wining of a different sort. And I can assure you that they do, indeed, hate my whining, considering it’s costing them an arm and a leg ($$$).
Over the holidays we spent some time in the mountains of Calaveras county at my grandparents’ house. My mom and I, along with a few of my aunts and cousins (and Stephanie), went wine tasting. It was a difficult battle, but somehow I managed to win the coveted prize of being the DD. Translation: I was the only one under 21. I know it sounds devastating to be the only one not drinking (and for some, it would have been), but it was actually a really great time. It was a chance to spend some QT with the lovely ladies of my family (and James). Not to mention, everyone was slightly happier and a lot funnier than usual. Always a plus of the wine effect.
I love my familia (you too, Steph)
And while I was going to post about what an incredible time I had in Murphy’s with my family (see above to scope out the adventure), I had some powerful insight brought to me about wine. And because a blog post wouldn’t be a Megan Signature unless it had some deep #foodforthought (or some glittery embossing), I thought I’d share the most in-depth analysis of wine that I’ve heard to date. So here it is:
Wine, like life, is all about circumstances and timing. You can have all the ingredients for something perfect, but if you don’t let it ferment or if the timing is off, it’s just bitter. And if you wait too long, it turns to vinegar. Everything is about timing. Kind of like how breakfast foods aren’t breakfast foods at dinner time. It doesn’t matter what you’re eating, it’s when you’re eating it. Now they’re dinner foods.
-Liz Shaeffer (I’d post a picture with this lovely girl, but she’d probably just whine (pun intended) that she didn’t have the chance to approve it before it was published.)
Timing, timing, timing. Good things come with time. Sometimes they just fall into place and other times we have to work to find them a place. If something great is literally gifted to you by God’s own two hands (lucky you), take it. Run with it. Never let go of it. But if it’s not (99.99% of the time), don’t be afraid to work for it. Push for what you want, it’s the only way you can guarantee your own success. Timing won’t always be perfect, but you’ll never know until you try. You might taste a few bitter bottles, but that’s what we call progress: living and learning. Plus, I hear there’s nothing a good margarita can’t fix (even a vinegary bottle of wine).
Bottom line: Eat cereal for dinner (it always tastes better at night), and when you open a bad bottle of wine, switch to tequila.
Keep doing you. Hopefully while eating Frosted Flakes (my fave) or drinking some wine (not my fave for another 4 months). Just don’t do them both together. Or do–more power to ya.
Oh, and don’t forget to whine every once and a while (my ultimate fave).
P.S. Always drink responsibly!