What a difference a year makes...
About a year ago, on the first day of kickball in the spring, I remember waking up at Ms. AW's place. The kitchen was clean except a couple glasses of half drank wine from the night before that we poured when getting home but were both too drunk and/or horny to finish, and the rest of the bottle we didn't finish. I love glasses of red wine that have sat out all night, call me weird, but they're awesome. Anyway, finished mine before heading home to shower and what not. Got a starbucks coffee, showered and walked down to a neighboring house where a couple guys on my team live with a case of busch light (hootie hoo) in tow. Made jello shots or at least drank some of them, had a couple beers, headed to the kickball fields with the cooler packed, hung out there for a couple hours, umped a game, I think, played a couple games headed to the local bar where they have specials for the kickballers and had ms. AW pick me up after she got off work at midnight. MAde it to work at some point on monday.
Fast forward a year. Last night Ms. AW fed AW jr and put him down. We haven't drank since coming home from the hospital a couple weeks ago, but Ms. AW said she wanted a glass of wine. I look in the liquor cabinet which is now nearly bare and found an old bottle of pinot noir. Poured two glasses and we ate dinner, drank half a glass of wine and fell asleep. This morning I wake up, in what is now my and Ms. AW's home, and go to clean up the kitchen, noticing the two half drank glasses of wine which we were both too tired and full to finish. Look at my phone, notice a message saying kickball starts today and I should come out - even though I said I wasn't playing they put me on the team. Look at the glass of wine and remember last year. Wet my lips with wine, enjoy the taste, throw it out and brew a cup of coffee.
What a difference a year makes.
