Weekday Toasting

A conversation from this morning that sums up last night:

BF: i am a mess!
Me: why?!
BF: hellllllllllllllloooo surprise party at a winery.
on a worknight
who does that

BF's boyfriend threw her a surprise birthday party at a winery last night. If you're wondering- yes it was his idea, yes he coordinated everything, and yes he is precious. We had two long wooden tables full of fun people sipping and talking and moving around to see everyone over the course of several hours.

There were five flights of both white and red wines, and many of us who had not gone home beforehand started feeling both tipsy and hungry around our fourth white. We practically attacked a cheese and cracker tray, and I glanced at a menu to see that for those desiring more food (me and company) there were five nearby restaurants who could deliver food within minutes. My kind of winery. Someone had legitimately thrown out the idea of a Taco Bell run, but then we spotted pizza delivery as an option and phoned in a large margherita.

Such a great decision.

I lasted through five whites and three reds and turned into a pumpkin around 10:30 when I realized that 1.) I needed to pack for my work trip to New Jersey this weekend, and 2.) how do you pack with no suitcase?

I was there long enough to enjoy my dear friends, the wine, the pizza, obviously, and to see BF's bf (ha- funny) give a thoughtful toast about how crazy he is about her and what a wonderful woman she is.

Something everyone in that room already knew, to be sure.

My only regret in life is that I did not drink more Champagne.
-John Maynard Keynes