This water tastes like wine. Jesus' friends probably said that too...

So I don't drink often. Really. I'm 38ish days from being 21 and I'm not one to party with friends and nonsense.

I'm good like that.

But I drink with family. Because my family is awesome and Irish. And Scottish.

But that's by marriage.

Not blood.

Don't go thinking I'm a Scott. My mom's sister married a Scott so I'm not one. I just associate with them.

If you haven't gotten the memo yet, I am very...

It's cliche to say "I'm drunk" when one is drunk. But you get the idea.

I know. My grammar and spelling are awesome, right? My therapist would be proud. My OCD is coming through the alcohol.

Wine to be precise. Red wine that is apparently full-bodied. The type you would eat with a red meat. And every time someone said that it just made me want steak.

Boyfriend (who I have on skype right now and he is to blame for this post. Insisting I don't post enough and it would be funny) is reminding me that I'm dating a Scotts-Irish man so I shouldn't hate. And that my children will be Scotts-Irish. Damn him. He's too smart for me.

OH! I'm on skype because I'm in Connecticut with my mom's family for Thanksgiving. But it's only sister #1 and I. No one else. We were technically supposed to be with my dad this year, but sister #1 had shoulder surgery this summer.

Okay. Back-story time.

(Pretend the edges are getting fuzzy and there is harp music playing in the background like a dream sequence in a movie.)

When sister was a wee one of eleven we were spending Christmas in Tennessee with my crazy Mom's side. Her aunt and uncle and such. Well Great Uncle Redneck had had a few and was like "Hey sister #1. You wanna shoot this rifle?"

Sister, who is a down-to-the-core tomboy was like "heck yes."

So my great uncle stands behind her in hopes to help prevent her from being knocked over, but forgets that the recoil will go directly into tiny sister #1's shoulder.

Luckily Uncle Dr. (who is a Dr.) was there to pop it back in place.

But from then on it just stretched her ligaments every time she moved it and got to the point where she was constantly in pain.

So this summer she went to Uncle Dr. and they decided surgery should probably happen. Luckily Uncle Dr. specializes in bones! He's an orthopedic surgeon.

Bad luck, he specializes in knees and hips. Not shoulders. But his partner does!

End back-story.

So she's recovering great but we're up here for a follow-up and such.

Which brings me to the wine!

It was awesome. Though I'm a little disappointed in myself for letting it go to my head. This past summer we were all up here for our annual family reunion (Boyfriend's first time) and he made me a rum and coke.

And I drank it in like less than five minutes.

I am not proud of that day and not one of my sisters has let me live it down.

But since that time I have redeemed myself by being able to drink fair amounts of liquor and beer without so much as being buzzed.

But wine is a fickle beast.

Boyfriend even agrees that a glass will knock even him on his own ever-lovin-lilly-white.

This from the man who can drink quite a bit and still walk.

So I feel less bad. Plus everyone is asleep and no one is here to make fun of me.

So the logical thing to do, of course, is let the entire internet know!

Again, you can thank boyfriend for the encouragement.

Just so you know, I have redeemed myself from that terrible summer at my friend's 21st party. I didn't even break a sweat and I had way more than I did during the reunion.

So don't judge!

This is also the friend who coined the term "fuzzy" for being buzzed which makes sense.

Also the friend who doesn't speak to me anymore. Her loss, right?

Who wants to miss out on THIS??

This was actually taken on the way to said family reunion. Look at that longish hair.

So I'm feeling slightly less fuzzy probably because I drank water and ate triscuts.

(Yes, the same water that tasted like wine. No kidding)

I freaking love those crackers. Andy they were parmesan so it was like crackers and cheese with the cheese in the crackers!!

But not like a cheezit. Though those are epic anyway.

Subway is also awesome! Sister and I got that on the way up. Well she wanted pizza but by the time we hit I-84 it was like 5:30 and we were starving so we went to the only food place within miles and miles and I said

"I think they serve pizza at subway"

She didn't believe me. But they totally do! Little personal pizzas. So we both could get what we wanted. And for me subway is like crack. I get a veggie so it's only 5 bucks which makes it even more awesome.

What is better than $5 crack?

That sentence alone should get me more page-hits.

HI DRUGGIES! Don't get excited. I don't normally post so much about drugs and drinks.

Drinks and drugs.

More page hits!

Boyfriend just informed me he got a "new" sweater.

Whatever that means.

He's odd.

My ear suddenly hurts. Like the inside. Not my cartilage piercing. That always gets all gross and infected cause I messed with it too much when I got it done. But that's all better now.

This is more like inside. Maybe it's from driving on the mountains. My ears don't pop well.

Okay. This is getting less and less funny. Must be the hooch wearing off. I'm going to post this and hope for the best.

Don't hate me.