And most of my women friends didn't drink a whole lot in college, and neither did I. But we had a wine cooler or two, here and there.
Today, I was looking at the blog of one of those women friends, now a woman in her 30s, a wife, mother, artist, business owner, and I noticed this on her Twitter feed:
Completely caught-up business-wise, I'm kicking back tonight with a copy of Artful Blogging. Love this mag. Think I need a wine cooler.It made me almost alarmingly happy. She claims to me now, in IM, that she only has about one every three months, but still, it pleases me to know that she still drinks them. It feels like there is some continuity in the universe.
It also brought up, and not for the first time this month, the time she was dared to bring a wine cooler to her logic class (at, I want to say, 9 a.m.) and drink it. Dare accepted, her parents (and children) would be proud to know.