This Is Why I Drink White Wine

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Fourth of July was an interesting one for me. Interesting in that I was in great company but obviously I felt like something big was missing - and by something I mean someone. Last year on the Fourth I was with bear and we hadn't really figured out the logistics of the best friends slash relationship slash slumber party havers thing that we were doing. It was as weird as it sounds but it was also one of my most favorite memories of us so far because it was on the Fourth last year when I started to realize that I was finally becoming more to him than best bud Whit. Fourth of July last year was when the dynamic between us changed. It makes me smile to think about it.

I thought about last year a lot on Friday and as much as I wanted my brain to shut off and stop being a buzzkill, I couldn't seem to shake it - still haven't, honestly. And so I ended the night in the most mopey state possible. Because that's what the majority of my nights look like these days. Have I mentioned that nights suck? Also I poured myself of glass of red wine when I got home, after I sobbed under a beautiful fireworks display, and managed to fall asleep with it in my hand. Thus causing my biggest party (of one) foul to date... I spilled said glass of red wine all over my bed and now my mattress pad looks like a crime scene.

And these are my beloved light grey sheets post wash.

This is why I drink white wine. Also this is why you probably shouldn't drink wine in bed. And also also, this is why we can't have nice things. Damn you, three buck Chuck.