OK.
So, maybe the 'rules of etiquette' are that you only pour 2 mm of wine in a glass, but why?
My mother is Miss Manners to the extreme.
Right up there with Martha Stewart.
Not sure where this debutant social grace came from.
She really is just a Yukon child raised in East Van.
Did they have this protocol in the land of flannel?!?
She was a single mom who really had nothing and had a mother who didn't really help her out much, because she chose a family over school.
Yet somehow, she got this fancy pants personality.
So, when I said I'd like to indulge in the red wine, she poured me 2 sips in a glass.
2 sips.
I asked my baby sister as to why so little, wondering if maybe it's because she's worried because I'm experimenting with drinking like a 'normal' person.
Which kinda confuses me.
When I drank many years ago, she told me I had a drinking problem, in a not so sweet way.
Then when I was clean 'n sober, she asked why on earth I'd want to do that because I never had a drinking problem.
But now that I wanted to experiment with drinking in a sane manner, she pours me a millimetre of the bevvie?
She might as well have put it in a plastic sippy cup.
Anyway, mother left after a few days here in the blistering cold and I spoke to my baby sis who explained that it's what charm school people do.
If you drink white wine, you get a half glass, if you drink red, you get a couple of sips.
Are we who like red automatically labeled the wine-o-s?
Curious.
Apparently, it's because red you sip and white you gulp.
So what!
Gimme me half glass of red wine just like your white!
You really want to keep getting up and refilling my glass until I drink my allotted amount?
That seems like a lot of work!
And besides, I want my half glass of wine goddamit!
Now, mother has left the building, back on her flight back to Vancouver, my baby sister poured me my half glass.
I don't need more than that.
It's all I want.
It's my only evil for crying out loud!
Except for the sugar I've indulged in over the past few days.
I have pimples that are rivalling my nose.
Not sure where my chin starts and my pimples end.
Really sexy.
Not the greatest femme look.
Pizza face.
But I only have a few days left of the bad food.
This size of jean is not going to be my permanent size folks!
Things are going to change when I get back.
Except for my half glass of wine.
Fuck etiquette.
Fuck manners.
Gimme my half glass of wine.
I know Papi will pour it properly.
So, maybe the 'rules of etiquette' are that you only pour 2 mm of wine in a glass, but why?
My mother is Miss Manners to the extreme.
Right up there with Martha Stewart.
Not sure where this debutant social grace came from.
She really is just a Yukon child raised in East Van.
Did they have this protocol in the land of flannel?!?
She was a single mom who really had nothing and had a mother who didn't really help her out much, because she chose a family over school.
Yet somehow, she got this fancy pants personality.
So, when I said I'd like to indulge in the red wine, she poured me 2 sips in a glass.
2 sips.
I asked my baby sister as to why so little, wondering if maybe it's because she's worried because I'm experimenting with drinking like a 'normal' person.
Which kinda confuses me.
When I drank many years ago, she told me I had a drinking problem, in a not so sweet way.
Then when I was clean 'n sober, she asked why on earth I'd want to do that because I never had a drinking problem.
But now that I wanted to experiment with drinking in a sane manner, she pours me a millimetre of the bevvie?
She might as well have put it in a plastic sippy cup.
Anyway, mother left after a few days here in the blistering cold and I spoke to my baby sis who explained that it's what charm school people do.
If you drink white wine, you get a half glass, if you drink red, you get a couple of sips.
Are we who like red automatically labeled the wine-o-s?
Curious.
Apparently, it's because red you sip and white you gulp.
So what!
Gimme me half glass of red wine just like your white!
You really want to keep getting up and refilling my glass until I drink my allotted amount?
That seems like a lot of work!
And besides, I want my half glass of wine goddamit!
Now, mother has left the building, back on her flight back to Vancouver, my baby sister poured me my half glass.
I don't need more than that.
It's all I want.
It's my only evil for crying out loud!
Except for the sugar I've indulged in over the past few days.
I have pimples that are rivalling my nose.
Not sure where my chin starts and my pimples end.
Really sexy.
Not the greatest femme look.
Pizza face.
But I only have a few days left of the bad food.
This size of jean is not going to be my permanent size folks!
Things are going to change when I get back.
Except for my half glass of wine.
Fuck etiquette.
Fuck manners.
Gimme my half glass of wine.
I know Papi will pour it properly.
i know i am loved by family
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