The Moment I Realized I was an Adult
Shopping at a local mart, I grabbed on of my favorite bottles of wine and while standing in line to check out, I noticed that the gentleman in front of me had a basket full of liquor and wines that were all on sale. He specifically mentioned a certain wine that was ridiculously inexpensive and spoke of the exact dinner that he would be having with the wine. Once it was my turn to step up to the counter, I inquired about the wine. The cashier told me that is was a wine that was on special at two for ten. I became a little leery because… who wants cheap wine? But this old white dude was raving about the wine so I thought I would give it a try.
Feeling like a grown ass woman, I popped the bottle and poured it into my stemless wine glass. Took at sip… pure bullshit! I mean, it tasted like I paid five dollars for it. It’s not unbearable, but I can’t drink more than one glass of the stuff without switching to something else or just settling for tap water. At this very moment, I sit at my computer drinking a glass of tap water simply because I can’t force myself to drink another glass of that shitty wine. At this very moment, I have realized that I have ventured into true adulthood.
After paying rent, car notes, insurance, and even going out the way to buy organic vegetables at the grocery store, I never considered myself an adult. However, at this moment, I realize that I’m too damn grown to be drinking cheap alcoholic beverages. Long gone are the days of enjoying a bottle of six dollar wine with my friends while watching a movie. What have I become? I can remember going to Wal-Mart and grabbing a large bottle of Barefoot Riesling wine and having a ball with my girlfriends. No more.
This may sound childish to some but I never thought I’d be in the position. Drinking water because the wine was too nasty. Hell, UV blue used to be my go-to drink. Now I can’t even stand the thought of vodka being in a bottle next to me. At one point in my life, if the liquor was free, it was consumed. Now, I’ll pass on a free drink and pay my hard earned pennies to purchase something that I actually want to drink.
I’m at the age where I take pride in the things that I consume and don’t feel bad for it. Is that maturity or is it just being being a bourgeois little brat? Hell, I don’t know but I know one thing, I’m too damn grown to be choking down some nasty ass wine.
Besides, if you’re going to suffer from a wine hangover, the least you can do is enjoy the damn wine!
Afros and Ovaries
Drinking a well aged bourbon with my pinky up