Tonight I got together with my two best friends for a tradition that dates back almost ten years: Girls’ Wine Night. Throughout the years, our wine nights have served different purposes: sometimes we celebrate a new job, a new boyfriend, a new adventure; other times we’re lending support through a difficult relationship, a crappy boss, bad news.
When we were younger, our formula for determining supplies was something like, “A bottle per person and one for the pot.” It wasn’t uncommon for wine nights to stretch to midnight, followed by a day of texting blow-by-blow specifics of what we were eating to stabilize our stomachs. Healthy, right?
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