It was my mom’s 50th birthday this past weekend and we rented a big ole party bus to take us wine tasting in Temecula, about 90 minutes from where we live.
Our extended family is pretty much divided between the adults aka old people who are our parents, and then “the kids” aka all the cousins, and we range from mid-20s to mid-30s…
The bus had a disco light and two stripper poles, if that gives you any indication of the type of bus ride it was.
I would show you photos, but this is a PG-13 kinda blog… so let’s keep it somewhat classy, k?
I’ve been wine tasting before. Several times, actually. And I know the importance of pacing yourself.
But those adults, man. They were chugging wine on the bus like it was going out of style. Beer, wine, mimosas. They weren’t discriminating.
Me? I was chugging my water, hydrating for the day ahead. All us kids knew those adults were gonna be sloshed by the time we hit the first winery.
The adults were wrapping themselves around that stripper pole like they do naughty things in the bedroom. And us kids, were all like “Just you guys wait…on the way back, you’ll all be passed out and we’ll be in charge of keeping the party going.”
But here’s the thing… those adults…they.never.stopped.partying.
At the first winery, everybody was feeling good. At the second winery, they kept drinking–even getting double tastings! At the third winery, they just wouldn’t quit! They were still walking straight and everything.
Us kids, were over here like “when are you guys going to stop?”
And those adults were like “haha, you suckers! we’ll show YOU how to party!”
It was surreal. I just don’t even know how they had the stamina. All we could muster up to say was we hope we can party like them when we’re old.
Everyone had a ton of fun, and we all drank a lot, probably more than we should have. I had a fear of being hung over the next day that kept me drinking water after pretty much every sip of alcohol.
I just can’t party like I used to back when I was 24. I’m almost 30, people!
But still, growing older doesn’t stop me from acting silly.
One thing Eric and I like to do is take “prom pictures.” And since we visited the same winery we went to two years ago, we thought we would recreate it.
Do your parents out-party you?