Day 132- Making Up

Howdy!

             Wow. So I've had a lot of things on my plate and its been a real shock coming back from the camp world. I haven't completely gotten back into the swing of things. So camp...it was a real blast. I made a whole ton of frands that I already miss and I became life guard certified...which is a real fun story if you ever get the chance to ask me about it...real good one. Definitely had my first meltdown of camp on the edge of the pool, ha good times. For reals though it was awesome I got to try a lot of different things that were super outside my comfort zone and I got to figure out more about the person I want to be and that is really awesome. So anyways I'm going to catch myself up as best as I can, so lets go!

Memory #132

                 Today my dad is having an office party, which means that there is no lack of alcohol lined up on the counters of the cabana. As I was meandering around the cabana my eye spotted a bottle of some kind of strawberry alcohol of sorts and it got me thinking about a time during my junior year. I think it was during my high school's prom, that I never went and have absolutely no regrets of not going. (In case you were wondering) Anyways I remember that I was bored, because I hadn't made any plans to hang out with any of my other friends who weren't attending prom, and mopey probably. So my mom stepped in with an idea. I don't remember what we did preceding the event I'm about to foreclose but most likely we saw a movie or shopped like the shop-a-holics we were, it doesn't really matter. I just remember that this was also the night I felt that my mom saw me as one of her gal pals and not just her daughter. My mom told me that the first wine she ever drank was this Strawberry Hill stuff and she then told me that if I was interested we could get a bottle and I could try it out.

            How could I pass that up? So my mom was once again the cool mom who went out and bought a bottle of the 'finest' Strawberry Hill wine ever and poured us some glasses. I remember not being a fan of the win but drinking at least half of my cup just so that I could have a reason to sit out in the cabana with my mom giggling and being down right silly and then also having some real life conversations that I still think about to this day. That was the first and last time I will ever partake in drinking Strawberry Hill but my memory of the time makes up for the torridness of it all.

Love always,

Erin