Photo courtesy of Boone's Farm

This Wino Wednesday post was inspired by my favorite color. PINK. Which leads me to pink wine. Which leads me to Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill. Just to be clear. I don’t drink this shit. Well, not anymore.

Don’t act like you’ve never had it. Everyone has. In college it was my beverage of choice on road trips. Want to know why? Because it was delicious mixed in with a slurpee on nights when drinking a beer in the car didn’t sound safe. (Disclaimer: Drinking and driving isn’t safe. Drinking anything alcoholic in the car isn’t safe. We were young and reckless and stupid.)

I went to college in San Diego. Several times each year my girlfriends and I would load up in my car (I seemed to have the most reliable car in college) and make the 5 hour drive to Las Vegas.

It was a tradition to pull over at the first stop after we crossed the state line into Nevada. We’d buy a large cherry slurpee and a bottle of Strawberry Hill, which I swear had directions stating “serve extremely cold”. Then we suffer through a quick brain freeze to drink down the frosty goodness before we could pour in the magical wine.

Then we’d start sucking it down. We were classy like that. And we’d continue our trek into Sin City! We’d always arrive with a lovely buzz, red lips from the flavoring and the energy to stay up all night long.

All these stories bring back great memories. We had so much fun.

Which leads me to a little secret I learned about 5 years ago. Involving the same girls. But this secret hurt. Bad.

Five years ago I flew out to Orange County to meet up with my best college girlfriends. The same friends who I went to Vegas with in college.  Three of them arrived earlier in the evening and they killed some time by having a few drinks. I finally arrived and hopped in the car. We started reminiscing. And by we, I mean them.

After a few minutes this is where the conversation ended up…

Friend 1: Susan, you were never around (in San Diego) during the holidays.  Seems you always left to visit your family in Texas.

Friend 2: Oh my god, remember the time Susan went to Texas for Thanksgiving and we piled in her car and drove to Vegas!

DEAD SILENCE

Me: What?! [tearing up] You guys took my car to Vegas and NEVER fucking told me.

Yeah, 10 years later I find out they took my car to Vegas, never told me and kept the secret the entire time.

I was crushed. Partly because they managed to keep that private for so long. But I was mostly crushed because I missed out on the trip. Fuck, those drinks made it worth the 5 hour drive.

Those bitches owe me. The drink. And a drive to Vegas. Luckily this road trip will likely be in a more luxurious car that is equipped with cup holders.

Wino Wednesday…this weekly feature is designed to share my wine related stories.

Tags: college, road trips, secrets

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