This year, rather than attending Wine in the Woods for a birthday treat, I decided to host Wine on My (Newly Renovated) Deck. Mira and I went to our favorite haunt for beverage supplies, Total Wine in Laurel. We giggled through the aisles for a good hour or so, sipping our Starbucks and filling a shopping cart to the brim. Good stuff!
We unloaded our haul at my house (a perfectly ridiculous amount of wine!) and Mira decided to leave most of it at my abode – she said, for the party, the sneaky bee-otch. As it transpired, the haul was part of my birthday present. But anyway.
It was a small intimate gathering, with two other friends, a couple, as it happens. We gathered on the appointed evening and partook of much Brie and olives and other such goodies, and, of course…WINE!
One amusing activity was the making of S’mores. This was, of course, after one friend decided it would be a grand idea to whip out my trimmer to tame the growth around the fire pit. After imbibing for some time, I must add. Fortunately, she survived unscathed. The injuries would not come until marshmallow roasting time.
As we all sat companiably around the fire pit, the roasting of the sugary morsels in progress, suddenly Mira yelped. As one friend of the coupled duo waved her roasting stick about (as it happens, the same who felt utilizing power yard tools was a grand idea whilst intoxicated) a rogue burning marshmallow decided to launch itself onto Mira’s sundress, causing intense heat and dismay.
Fortunately, the damage was all sugary, but it was a moment to remember. Mira was certain she was alight. We all screamed like girls, and then laughed our asses off and…drank more wine. The end.