We decided to go ahead with the Housewarming on Saturday. Already had all the food and drinks bought, and it was a nice distraction from the events of the last several days. I wasn’t sure, with it being an afternoon event and mostly coworkers in attendance, whether or not it was appropriate to serve wine. But just in case, I picked up a few of the BIG bottles from the store. In an attempt to mix it up and have some variety, I had some chardonnay, a merlot, and something I had never heard of: white merlot. I also had plenty of soft drinks and bottled water available.
Several of my coworkers called that morning to check in on whether or not my family ever made it here. And most I think assumed the party was cancelled or atleast postponed. I told them we were still having it. It was better than being glued to the news all day.
Since I expected a smaller turnout due to all of this, I called up a few of my friends and told them to come over, too, if they wanted. They are accustomed to drinking (a lot) for parties at my house, but knew the crowd that was attending so it would be a little more “civilized.”
Initially, people were opting for water and snacks and stuff. Most people were just stopping by to see the house and stuff and couldn’t stay too long. When the first of my friends arrived, I offered her a drink, knowing that she’d go for a glass of wine. It had been such a rollercoaster the last few days, so I really wanted a drink. So yay! I can open the first bottle and have a drink without being the lone drinker. Another friend, more wine.
So there I am, with more guests trickling in, my parents here (who, btw, do NOT drink. AT ALL.), and me trying to give tours of my house without sounding like a rambling drunk. Granted, I wasn’t drunk. Just feeling good. People I work with probably think I’m a lush now.
Within an hour, 3 of us had emptied the first giant bottle and decided to give the white merlot a try. I’ve never been a big fan of red wine. Most are too heavy for me. I like a lot of the whites though (does that make me a racist wine drinker??). All I can say is I WILL be buying more of this stuff. It was soooo good and light and fruity.
After most everyone else had gone, the friends and brother and I sat outside and three of us finished off the THIRD bottle. Yes, I was drunk at that point. And my brother, Duckie, mentioned Mom & Dad making snide remarks about how chatty I was.
But you know what? I didn’t care. I had been an emotional wreck and stressed and had little to no sleep in days and it was nice to just forget all of that and enjoy the company of friends, one that I hadn’t seen in ages even! I feel so adult (at almost 31…how sad is that?) for finally drinking in front of my parents. Although, I’m not exactly going to break out the Wild Turkey in front of them or anything. They would be appalled. Atleast wine seems like a feminine drink, not that of an alcoholic (their big fear, having grown up with them).
I slept like a baby that night.