A wise, old, white haired man once say that a good friend is like wine- they get better with time?I have a problem with this saying if that is the case. I have this one friend, I don't think we could keep a bottle of wine corked long enough to ever find this out (Ahem, Jeri).
Every time that I see this specific bottle of Bully Hill Vineyards wine I am taken back to a really frigid night in Maine, a hot tub, and the feeling of laughing so hard that your face aches the next morning (not as bad as my head did). We were young, dumb, and clearly had not yet learned how incredibly intoxicated a drink in the hot tub will make you, let alone a few bottles of wine.
That night we sat there laughing and dreaming as friends. We joked about secrets so dark and deep (insert embarrassing here), dead baby jokes and a trip down to NYC to interview at MTV. We were friends and friends share everything and stick together. Years and miles have since come between us. This year I am looking forward to going home at Christmas and having a mini reunion- hopefully not over the 6 bottles of cheap champagne that were the start to any good Friday night in those days- and finding a way to apologize for the time that has lapsed and any feelings of resentment that may have gotten between us over the years. I laughed so hard at a series of emails a week ago between all of us that I almost peed my pants. I can't wait to laugh so hard that I cry and see my old friends do the same.
To keep a friendship requires work, I don't know how i would work a bottle of wine except to open it and chug it.
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