I think and say and do a lot of weird things. I suspect you do too. So as I share my confessions, I’d love if you would share a “me too” every once in awhile so I don’t feel like quite such a spaz.
Two weekends ago I went on a trip to Solvang with some colleagues/friends, and since what happens in Solvang doesn’t have to stay in Solvang, now I’ve got some confessions to make.
# 8 I forgot that I had already made other plans for the weekend.
Have you ever done this? Double-booking yourself is the worst. I felt TERRIBLE for standing up my dear friend, Lori. Surely other people have had to send texts like this:
Not only did I stand her up, I made her share a bed with a cat who likes to sleep on top of people and pee in their suitcases. I am the worst.
# 9 I went wine-tasting.
If you know me in real life, you understand why this is a confession. I don’t drink wine. Actually, I kind of hate it.
And yet, this was my SECOND time wine-tasting.
The first time was five years ago when I was in Cape Town over Spring Break. (Ew, don’t I sound so pretentious? I just can’t figure out a non-snooty way to start this story.)
Judith and Lisa are friends I met in Mozambique who are two of the smartest people I know. They also happen to be super goofy, so naturally I love them. Lisa’s boyfriend came to visit her and the four of us when to South Africa for the week. Neither Lisa nor I enjoy wine, but somehow our group ended up at a vineyard. While we probably should have been acting a bit more sophisticated at a fancy vineyard, we chose to show our true colors and had a grand ol’ time “sniffing” wine and sneaking grapes off the vine:
Five years later and I found myself on yet another wine-tasting trip. And I actually drank the wine this time. I went because I love Solvang and the gang of women and because I didn’t have any other plans. Oh wait.
Even though I still will choose an ice cold Coke over a fine glass of wine, I had a fabulous time wine-tasting. I didn’t want to gag every time I tried a sip, so I suppose that is an improvement. Plus, we got a tour of the vineyard and learned all about the wine-making process at the Firestone Winery.
That’s right, ladies, as in Andrew Firestone. His family sold the winery right after his season of The Bachelor, but our tour guide knew Andrew and gave us the scoop on the show. Apparently, the producers told him who to kiss and who to send home! Are you as appalled by that news as I am? I mean, sure, I always suspected it, but having it confirmed has really made me look at Sean’s season in a whole new way. (Surely he’s being forced to keep Tierra, the drama queen.)
Saarloos and Sons was the next winery we went to, and it was awesome for a number of reasons. First, Susan Saarloos is a friend from church and I want to be like her when I grow up. Her family owns the place and her son made us feel like VIPs. And get this- instead of pairing wines with fruit and cheese, they use CUPCAKES!!! Pure genius. Pure sugary, sweet genius!
Plus, they have this cool photo booth that takes fun pictures.
#10 I went in the hotel jacuzzi in a sports bra and undies.
In my defense, it was Erica’s idea. And it was a brilliant one. Luckily, no one joined us except one creepy middle-aged Asian woman who stood outside the pool smiling at us for an uncomfortable amount of time.
# 11 I imagined being murdered.
completely out of civilization and screaming distance, I couldn’t help but consider how easy it would be to kill me and hide my body. The upside to thinking about your impending death is that it forces you to run much faster.
# 12 I had this for breakfast:
Yes, that is a scoop of ice cream. I want to hug whoever thought to serve ice cream with waffles. And that’s saying a lot because I am NOT a hugger.
The next day’s breakfast consisted of Danish pancakes with cinnamon apples followed by a large chunk of peanut butter/chocolate fudge for the road and a cupcake in Santa Barbara.
I may require an intervention for my sugar problem.
You know, the one who falls asleep on long car rides. To quote Michelle Tanner, “How rude!”
Luckily, Becky is the type of friend who doesn’t begrudge us for sleeping while she drives. Instead she took a picture of our drooling faces and put it on Instagram. Well-played.
The best part of these confessions is when you make them too. For instance, in THIS POST my friend Tom made a super funny confession. To fully appreciate it, you must understand that Tom is a posh Brit and therefore he calls the bathroom the “loo.”
So how ’bout it? Do you ever double-book yourself or drink wine even though you hate it? Have you gone swimming in a public pool in your undies or thought about your own murder? Do you have a slight sugar addiction or fall asleep in cars? This is a judge-free zone, so any and all confessions are welcome and appreciated.